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the abandoned tie
a/n:Â this man... this man, this man. i've missed him so much. he has been on my mind all summer and now i finally snapped and wrote some yummy yum about him.
summary:Â It was terrible, you knew full well that he was your boss, but what had started as an innocent little crush the moment that you were hired as a secretary at Nelson and Murdock only grew and flourished the longer that you worked there. It didnât help matters either that Matthew was a natural flirt, or at least was with you, always making you stumble over your words and blush like a damn schoolgirl. But even though it was the right thing to do, you just couldnât find it in yourself to go on and actually quit, because if you did, then he wouldnât get the chance to make your heart flutter on a daily basis anymore, bittersweet as it may be.
warnings:Â matt murdock x secretary!reader, smut, coworkers to lovers, kissing, office sex, clothed sex, ripping pantyhose, manhandling, oral, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, protected sex, alcohol consumption, foggy slutshames matt (as he deserves. he a hoe and we love him for it)
word count: 4144
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âOkay,â Foggy huffed out a long exhale, âI canât look at this anymore, Iâm going all cross-eyed,â he slammed shut the laptop on the conference table before him, âI gotta call it a night,â and as he raised from his seat, your head tilted up from the intimidating stack of paper your nose was buried in, âany of you up for a round at Josieâs?â
âUhm, actually, I think I might stay here a little longer,â your thumb brushed against the corner of the pile before you, a mountain of perhaps the most boring paperwork youâd ever given your time of day, but the small chance that some tiny nugget hid in there, something that could help the firm on their current case, convinced you to volunteer to take on the job, âsee if I can make a bit more of a dent in this.â
âAlright, fair,â your colleague eyed the papers, then shifted his glance to his partner, seated on the stool directly beside where you sat, âMatt? Come on, man. Donât let your best friend drink alone.â
âIâm sorry,â he shifted slightly in his seat, then uttered in a tone that almost made it sound as if he was just making up his answer to match yours, âbut I think Iâm gonna keep going as well,â though the hope that he had changed his verdict to sync up with your own was a dream youâd never truly let yourself believe.
It was terrible, you knew full well that he was your boss, but what had started as an innocent little crush the moment that you were hired as a secretary at Nelson and Murdock only grew and flourished the longer that you worked there. It didnât help matters either that Matthew was a natural flirt, or at least was with you, always making you stumble over your words and blush like a damn schoolgirl. But even though it was the right thing to do, you just couldnât find it in yourself to go on and actually quit, because if you did, then he wouldnât get the chance to make your heart flutter on a daily basis anymore, bittersweet as it may be.
âWorkaholics the both of you!â Foggy groaned light-heartedly, conjuring an airy chuckle to bubble out of you, âwell,â he puffed as he bent down to grab his bag and stuff his laptop inside, âthen I guess Iâll just see you guys in the morning.â
âYeah, see you tomorrow,â Matt flashed his friend a smile as he crossed the threshold of the door to the conference room.Â
Catching his eye through the windowed wall as he made his way out towards the exit, you waved, ânight!â before he raised his hand to mirror your gesture.Â
After silence had consumed the office once more and your eyes returned to their tedious scanning, a yawn soon forced its way out of your lungs.Â
As your hand flew up to cup your mouth, Mattâs soaring fingers stilled over the braille on the pages before him and his head tilted up in your direction.Â
âYou sure youâre not done for the day?â he quietly asked.Â
âNo,â you uttered before the yawn was through, âI wanna stay.â
âAlright,â he breathed, âhow about some coffee then?â
âUh, yeah, sure, I can go make someââ
âNo, no, stay, I didnât mean for you toââŠÂ Iâll make it.âÂ
âOh,â you blinked back at him, perhaps finding the role reversal a bit more staggering than youâd expected as you were usually the one making everyone else beverages, ây-yeah, that would be great,â before your gaze then shadowed him as he got up and crossed the small width of the humble office to the little kitchenette nook.Â
You should have probably just returned to your reading as he stood there and waited for the water in the electric kettle to boil, but you just couldnât tear your eyes away from him.Â
When he returned with a steaming mug, he held it out for you to grasp, âhere you go,â before he returned to his seat beside your own.Â
âThanks,â your fingers enveloped the warm ceramic before you took a small sip, one that was swiftly cut short as soon as the flavour enveloped your tongue, âwowâŠâÂ
âWhat? Is it bad?âÂ
âNo, no, quite the opposite actually,â you glanced down at the coffee in amazement before your gaze flickered up to him, âitâs perfect,â you uttered, unsure if you were more shocked or just plain weak in the knees at the fact that Matt somehow knew how you took your coffee.
The evening however didnât drag on for too much longer following the very last sip of your caffeinated beverage. You tried to return to your work, you truly did, but no matter how hard you tried to get back into the flow of things and make a proper dent in the colossal workload, you just couldnât.Â
You were too occupied staring at Matt.Â
Gazing longingly at his burly forearms, exposed and framed by the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down, at his wide hands as they danced over the papers before him, nearly caressing them in the manner you always fantasised he would touch your goosebump-ridden flesh, and even at the slight furrow line that appeared betwixt his dark brows as his brain absorbed the texts he read, the little crease you so badly wished to soothe with a kiss.Â
As your eyes continued to linger and your heart thumped in your chest at the way your mind ran wild, Mattâs right hand then extended in search of one of the items on the cluttered table, though before his fingers located the wanted folder, they first wandered so close to you that they grazed against your forearm resting there on the surface.Â
Though the contact sent butterflies soaring throughout your stomach, the spark also managed to snap you out of your daze and jolt you back to your senses, though the realisation bolted through you so severely that in your haphazard and hazy attempt at both hiding any trace of what youâd let yourself do, as well as dive back into what you should have been doing all along, your clumsy ass twisted away in a manner that almost caused you to fall off your chair.Â
Almost.Â
You would have fallen face first on the cold office floor if a pair of swift hands hadnât seized your waist.Â
âWowâ, Iâve got you.âÂ
As your head tilted up, gratitude ready to drip off your tongue, it ceased and shrivelled as you realised just how close you now were to Matt. Your noses almost touched as his grasp didnât move to unfasten their strong hold on you even though you were now completely out of danger.Â
âYouâve gotââŠâ you echoed hazily, âI-IââŠâ
As his breath fanned across your face, your eyes flickered down to his lips. Youâd never been this close to him before, but now that you were, impulsivity swiftly seized your soul.Â
Pressing your lips against his in a chased kiss, you soon sensed his grip shift as he kissed you back, his fingers gently digging into your sides to claw you even closer.
Though as you felt yourself melt away in the dream youâd always yearned for, a flash of sense sparked within you and caused you to plant your palms on his broad chest and push him back.Â
âOh my goodnessâŠâ your shoulders shot up towards your ears, âI am so, so sorry. I donât know what came over me. Please donât fireââ
But no more fretful words managed to leave your lips as Matt then primally grabbed your face and shut you up with a kiss, a taste of hast tingled on his tongue as he let his own desire take over and rush for more instead of other civilised methods one could opt for in such a situation, he didnât stop to put out the fire, only fanned the wicked flames and kissed you as if it was the last thing heâd ever do.Â
It had caught you completely off guard and was only when he slowed his heated lips to smouldering pecks that you got the chance to catch up.Â
âOh my godâŠâ you whispered slowly between kisses, utterly stunned and reeling in the reality. Your tone at first came out a bit timid as you still couldnât believe what was transpiring, but as soon as his lips began to wander down the side of your neck and your eyes fluttered at the dizzying sensation, you felt yourself melt into the moment and echo, âoh my godâŠâ though now in a completely different manner, one that dripped with the desire that you evidently hadnât been the only one to keep bottled up for so long.Â
As the lawyer soon rose from his seat, he dragged you up with him by the starved hold he had on your face, keeping you close and devouring your lips.Â
Your fingers found his dark tie for support, the fabric of which had already previously been loosened slightly by his own fingers when they long ago drifted up to pop open the very top button of his collar.Â
When his feet then shuffled and your backside bumped into the tableâs edge, Mattâs palms coasted down your frame till they greedily swept over the pencil skirt you wore and cupped your ass, only letting himself cop a feel for a second before a small yelp bubbled out of you as he then lifted you up to sit on the conference table.Â
As your fingers then untangled themselves from the silk hanging around his neck and swept up to the sides of his face, your eager touch bumped into his tinted glasses, which you swiftly removed and cascaded to the messy tabletop beside you where you sat.Â
âOhâŠÂ MattâŠâ a small whimper rolled off your tongue as he then ducked down to plant sloppy pecks all along your neck, âplease donât stopâŠâÂ
His low voice then vibrated against your rapid pulse, âyeah?âÂ
âUh-huh,â your head tilted slightly in a nod as your fingers stretched to weave in with his dark hair, âIâ⊠IââŠâ you tried to fight through the foggy feeling he distilled in you, though ended up only offering him a short and desperate, âplease.â
When you glanced down at him, fully expecting the lawyerâs lips to return to your own, you instead watched as they dipped down even lower, straying from your throat and wandering down to the sliver of skin on display in the neckline of your silky blouse. Your breathing was heavy as you watched your chest rise and fall beneath his hot pecks. Mouth agape, you stared intently as his kisses wandered even further south, his nose nuzzling against the soft material of your shirt as he dropped down to his knees.Â
Planting your palms on the surface of the table for support as you watched Matt crack open your pantyhose-clad legs, his lips then dipped down to one of them as he plucked it up to rest it upon his broad shoulder, all the while a series of kisses smothered the sheer nylon clinging to your skin.Â
Soon he had your skirt pushed up and bunched around your hips, fervently opening you up and peeling back your layers till he reached what he most desired. However when his touch finally did sweep up to graze against your covered centre, it didnât continue on the journey up towards your waistband as you had assumed, but instead, his fingers pinched the sheer core of your stockings and tugged till a ripping sound rung out through the dark office.Â
âFuckâŠâ he groaned as he finished tearing the hole, nearly making it huge enough for the nylon to just give up completely and split right down the middle, thatâs how little he let remain intact before he moved on and reached for the underwear now accessible to him.Â
His thumb stayed hooked in the soaked gusset of your underwear as he rushed to dive in for a taste of your divine. One of your hands shot down to gently grasp his hair as his tongue lavishly licked you up, making your whole body quiver from the way he made out with your cunt.Â
Scooping a palm up to cup your tit through your clothing, Matt groaned, âshitâŠâ his fervent rumble vibrating against your puffy pearl before he sucked down on it, âyou taste so goodâŠâ
As you swiftly felt his kisses push you over the edge, your hips began to rock back against his efforts, grinding your pussy against the lower part of his face as he lapped you up, his fingers too raising to dent your thigh, both to keep your leg draped over his shoulder, but also to keep you steady through all of your squirming as you rode out your high.Â
âOh myâ, fuck!â you gasped, catching your breath. Blinking down at him, you watched as he slowly rose back up, planting a few pecks in a sporadic pattern up your form till his lips again found your own. The taste of yourself was heavy on his tongue as you drifted a hand up to wipe your slickness from his stubbly chin.Â
âMiss Y/l/n,â he smirked as you tilted away from his kisses to clean him better, addressing you with the same formality he only occasionally still withheld for you during your working hours together, âwhatever would I do without you?â
Still in your haze, you thought too hard about the flirty comment and instead turned it into some kind of unnecessary riddle, âwell, first of all, you properly wouldnât have the evidence of what you just did all over your face, and second, then I also wouldnât even clean it up because it wouldnât be there, because I wouldnât be here, andâ,â but then, he simply cut off your words, frankly, as well as your brain, and pressed his lips to yours.Â
âI fucking love how your mind works,â he grinned, a hand floating up to offer a feathery stroke through your hair.Â
âOh, Iâ,â a shiver ran down your spine as you blinked back at him, âthank you.âÂ
A gentle chuckle then rumbled in Mattâs chest as his fingers reached up to tug at his tie, âsweetheart, if youâre gonna thank me like that every time I pay you a compliment or talk dirty to you,â he yanked the loosened accessory over his head, âthen I donât know Iâll ever be able to stop,â and tossed the silky material to one of the dark corners of the dim room.
Tangling your arms around his neck, an amazed giggle bubbled out of you as you then settled on simply repeating, âthank you,â softly egging him on as your nose nudged against his own.Â
Groaning lowly, âyou little minxâŠâ a smile tugged at his lips as he then leaned in to claim your lips once more.
As he kissed you once again, your legs snaked around his form, dragging up against his sides like a cicada in his arms.
And when he soon shifted a bit before you and extended an arm to something on the table, you breathlessly asked as your fingers floated down to undo his belt, âdo you have aâ,â but then you twisted your neck to see what he conjured from his bag, âoh,â you glanced down at the small foil packet in his hand, âyou do,â you let out a relieved exhale, âgood, because I didnât, so here I was scrambling my mind for what other options we had.â
âOh yeah?â he smirked, the sudden presence of his hands working at freeing himself caused your own to retreat, âand what did you come up with?â
âOh, wellâŠâ you swallowed, conjuring enough courage to utter, âwe could just touch each otherâŠâ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you hazily nodded, âor I could repay you the favour.â
âYeah?â his hard length sprang free, âyouâd suck my cock?â
Scarcely breathing at all, you stared as he swiftly rolled on the condom, âmore than you knowâŠâÂ
âBut none of thatâs what you really want right now, is it?âÂ
As his hand snaked around your hip to scoop you that much closer to the edge, you foggily shook your head, ânoâŠâ
âTell me what it is then,â he uttered as he rubbed the bulbous head of his dick through your folds, making you squirm from the dizzying sensation, âtell me what you want.â
Though the mission of getting words out and offering him an answer seemed more difficult than you anticipated as his tip nudged against your swollen clit and made it near impossible for you to think, âIââŠÂ you. I want you,â your arms draped around his neck he inched back in for a kiss, âI-Iâ, Matt, please just put it inââ
Answering your prayer, he then slid his cock inside, slowly filling your dripping pussy up till his pelves pressed against your puffy pearl and the tip of him kissed a spot so deep inside of you that you felt as if you could scarcely breathe at all.Â
âThere you go,â his groan rumbled in your ear, âthat what you wanted, huh?â though when you tried to respond, only whimpers flowed from your lips, âthen be a good girl and thank me again,â he dared to request as he gently began to move, âtell me thank you for giving you exactly what you want,â and you moaned, eyes rolling at the way he dragged his girth out of you, so overwhelmingly slow that your cunt clenched around him so tightly that he had to carve anew when he finally thrust forward and filled you up once more, âcome on, you can do it. Your pussyâs already doing it in her own incredible way.â
As his lips lowered to flutter against the side of your neck, you faintly murmured, ât-thank youââÂ
Though the cocky lawyer only bucked into you harder, making you tremble in his grasp as he smirked against your goosebump-ridden skin, âwhat was that?â
âThank you, M-Matt!â you successfully squeaked.
âAtta girl,â his hand slid up the column of your neck as your head began to lull, âthat wasnât so hard, was it?âÂ
âUh-uh,â you hazily shook your head as you clung to his broad shoulders.Â
Lightly enveloping his fingers around your neck, just to keep you close, his other digits then reached down between your bodies to find your clit in a harsh rub as he dared to say, âthen say it againâŠâ
The words of gratitude then became like a mantra on your lips, incoherently flowing through your moans as he rocked into you so hard that the conference table rattled beneath you, fucking you till you both tumbled over the edge, though the simple phrase still kept rolling off your tongue even when he offered to walked you home afterwards and too when he pressed a soft peck to your forehead, whispering you goodnight before you disappeared inside your building.Â
The cups of coffee you had nervously bought the very next morning were quite the task to balance in your hands. It would have been strange if you didnât buy one for all of your coworkers, even though the brew truthfully had ulterior motives.Â
It wasnât just the regular kind and thoughtful round of coffee to start the day, but in truth was a thanks for the bang last night, oh, and by the way I am head over heels in love with you, I know I was too scared to tell you last night, but Iâm terrified of fucking this up kind of coffee.Â
It was a lot of pressure to put on a simple cup of coffee, you recognised that, but what else were you to do?Â
Though when you managed to push open to door to the office without dropping or spilling any of the balanced paper mugs, Foggy was the first one to spot you.
âOh, you bought coffee?â he grabbed one out of your arms, âthanks!â before he called over his shoulder, his voice flooding into the room to the left, âhey Matt! Y/n got a round of coffee!âÂ
It hadnât been the suave delivery youâd hoped for, having Foggy force the mood in a purely platonic and professional direction as Matt appeared and casually seized the cup his friend caught from you and extended to him, instead of the fantasy that had tickled your mind all morning of effortlessly slipping into his office and sliding it across his desk with some clever line you hadnât been able to come up with yet. Â
Though Matthew still smiled and said as he raised the cup up to his lips, âthank you, Y/n,â and the mirroring echo of the words heâd made you repeat last night so many times that it lost all its meaning, caused your cheeks to heat up.Â
âUhh,â you blinked back at him, trying to shake the memory off of you, ây-youâre welcomeâŠâ
However, before you could part your lips, ask your boss for a private moment and finally make your move, Foggy opened his mouth once more and spoke.Â
âHey, remember how I put out feelers to Karen?â he began to saunter into the conference room.
As Matt began to follow his voice, you too shadowed them, all the while trying your best to keep the butterflies on your belly at bay as you returned to the scene of the crime, most of the papers on the table still in a mess from how little the pair of you had bothered to clean up afterwards.Â
âYeah,â Matt tilted his head, âshe got anything?â
âYup,â Foggy took a sip of coffee, âcalled me this morning and said sheâd pop by later with the stuff sheâ, hey,â his sentence then took a sharp turn as his gaze found something on the floor that puzzled him enough for his brows to crinkle up. Bending down, he picked up a silky string of fabric and wrapped it around his fingers, âMatt, did you forget your tie here?â
âUh, what?â the man beside you stiffened up slightly.Â
âYour tie, this looks like the one you wore yesterday.â
âOh, uhm, yeah,â he coughed, fidgeting lightly with the to-go cup in his grasp, âit just bothered me last night, so took it off, must have forgotten to put it in my bag.â
As Foggyâs eyes scanned Mattâs reaction and too let his gaze wash over your flustered form and spot how the truth virtually poured out of your pores from the way your eyes grew, he simply hummed, ââŠuh-huhâŠâ not believing his pal for a second.Â
Sucking in a breath, Matt tried to extend his hand and asked, âcan I have it back?â though his forced casual tone was utterly unconvincing.Â
âOh my godâŠâ Foggy sighed before tossing the tie in his friendâs face, âyou have a problem, man.âÂ
To your surprise, the man beside you caught it, though you were still just one step too far behind him to catch the way a smug smirk tugged at his lips, âwhat?â as he couldnât for the life of him hide the pride of the discovery is friend had surely made countless of times throughout their friendship.Â
âI leave you two alone for one night, one night!â
ââŠand to Matt for giving the closing argument of a lifetime and winning us this case!â Foggy raised his drink to the centre of where he, his colleagues and Karen sat around one of the small tables at Josieâs.Â
âOh, come on,â the dark-haired man beside you humbly tilted his head, âyou were on fire as wellââ
âMatt,â his friend cut him off by briefly planting his palm on his shoulder, âjust shut up and take the compliment,â before he tilted his beer bottle back up and roared, âcheers!âÂ
âCheers!â Karen, to the left of you, sang before the rest of you echoed, clinking all of your glasses together.Â
âThank you,â Matt gave in and smiled as everyone took a sip, âI couldnât have done it without you all,â before he leaned down to whisper in your ear, âespecially youâŠâ
The sound of his low voice directly in your ear was enough to turn your knees into jelly, but as your eyes fluttered up to gaze at him, the personal space he had now eliminated betwixt you two caused you to positively melt.Â
As you breathed out an audible smile, his lips stayed close as his breath once again tickled the shell of your ear, âso now that the trialâs done, I was wondering,â he uttered slowly, making you cling onto each and every syllable that flowed from his lips, âwould you let me take you out on a real date?â
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love, lies, and first times
Summary: You were made to believe that your girlfriend, Hazel Callahan, lost her virginity to Stella-Rebecca some years ago. But when the truth is revealed during a game of truth or dare, your trust in her is shattered. What reason did she have to lie, and who did she actually lose her virginity to?
Pairing: loser!virgin!hazel x experienced!reader
Contains: mature language and content, lies, smut, fingering, oral, first time, kissing, drinking, tit play, both receiving, both giving, loser!hazel, sub!hazel, biblically!accurate!hazel, reader isnât described as fem or masc
Word Count: 6k
A/N: soo one of my pet peeves when reading a hazel fic is when hazel keeps her rings on when fingering the reader and the reader likes it? Listen, I lost my virginity to someone who accidentally kept their rings on and it was painful. I had to ask them to take them off, highly unpleasant. I kinda make fun of that here, I hope some of yâall are ready to get called tf out ;)
âHazel, truth or dare?â
You squeezed your girlfriendâs hand as PJ sent her a wicked grin. The senior class of the Rockbridge Fight Club had just graduated high school, and the club leaders, PJ and Josie, had decided to celebrate by throwing a partyâone last âhurrahâ for the founding members. Now, you all sat in a circle in Josieâs dim basement, sipping poorly mixed jungle juice from red solo cups while David Fincher movies played on a vintage television in the background. Truth or dare was, of course, PJâs ideaâperhaps in the hopes that someone would dare her to kiss Brittany.
Hazel returned your squeeze, the cool metal of her rings pressing against your warm skin. âTruth,â she answered.
PJâs lips curled into such a shit-eating grin, you began to wonder if maybe she really did eat âliteral shit.â âWho did you lose your virginity to?â
You smiled, already knowing the answer. Early into dating, you and Hazel had exchanged âfirst-timeâ stories: yours had been with some girl at summer camp when you were sixteen, and Hazel had confessed to experimenting with Stella-Rebecca freshman year. She stressed that it was nothing romantic, simply two friends getting their first times out of the way, and then swore you to secrecy for the sake of Stella-Rebeccaâs privacy. However, Stella-Rebecca was sitting right there, and you doubted she would appreciate Hazel exposing their previous affair to the entire group.
Sure enough, Hazelâs eyes widened as a blush crept upon her cheeks. âUhhhâŠâ
Her hand seemed to stiffen within yours, tightening its hold as her rings indented your skin. You glanced across the circle at Stella-Rebecca, who stared at Hazel with an expectant (and somewhat oblivious) smile.
âYou donât have to answer if you donât want to,â you murmured to Hazel in an attempt to calm her, but her grip only further constricted.
PJ rolled her eyes. âCome on, Hazel, I gave you an easy one. Everyone knows you probably lost it to her,â she gestured towards you.
It was your turn to blush. âActually, uhâŠâ you looked towards your girlfriend, who seemed to have lost her ability to speak. âWe havenât really, uhâŠâ
PJ gasped as her eyes almost popped out of her head. âNo way! You two havenât jacked each other off yet?â
It was true, you and Hazel had yet to take your relationship to that level. Not like you didnât try, you had been dating for months, but Hazel seemed to shy away every time you so much as slipped a hand up her shirt. You knew you shouldnât pressure her, but you were beginning to feel a bit unattractiveâafter all, Hazel had lost her virginity to a model. How could you possibly compare to that?
Josie, ever the peacemaker, decided to chime in. âOk PJ, letâs back off a little bitâŠâ
Hazel seemed to relax a bit at Josieâs words. She eased her grip, and you heard her exhale a breath you didnât know she was holding.
âI have to admit, Iâm a little curious myself.â Stella-Rebecca interjected, taking you by surprise. âHazel never talks about her sex life.â
Your face contorted in confusion. Hazel tensed up again, but your attention was focused on the girl sitting across from you. âWhat are you talking about?â
She shrugged. âI donât know, sometimes weâll be hanging out and the topic of sex will come up, and Iâll share some hookup story and sheâll just kind of⊠change the subject or something.â
There it was again, that familiar burn of envy like acid in your veins. âMaybe sheâs jealous,â you suggested, words unintentionally dripping with venom.
Stella-Rebecca furrowed her brow, her expression innocent. âI doubt Hazel would be jealous of my sex life⊠unfortunately, it has more men than I think either of us would prefer.â
âWell, you were her first.â
âWhat?!â Stella-Rebecca exclaimed, her jaw dropping in shock. PJ cackled maniacally, clearly having the time of her life.
Hazelâs hand was clamped so tightly around yours that her knuckles were white, but you barely noticed as you stayed fixated on Stella-Rebecca. âI mean⊠yeah⊠werenât you?â
Stella-Rebecca furiously shook her head. âHazel and I have known each other our whole lives, but never like that. Besides, I didnât come out as a lesbian until after you two started dating. Why did you think it was me?â
You felt like a complete moron. âI donât knowâŠâ you muttered, glaring at your girlfriend. She refused to meet your gaze, staring down at her lap while shades of crimson painted her features. Her hand was still clasped around yours, but you forcibly removed it, too hurt to want to be touched.
âOk, so, Hazelâs a prude. Glad we got that out of the way.â PJ sneered.
Josie reached over and smacked her arm. âSo are you, PJ. Hypocrite.â
âI am not a prude, Iâm a virgin.â PJ corrected. âThereâs a difference.â
The game continued once the tension died down. No one dared PJ to kiss Brittany, so when it was her turn again, she took it upon herself to dare Brittany to kiss her, which the poor girl blatantly refused. After that, PJ pretty much lost interest and the game dissipated, with everyone breaking the circle to go off and do their own things. Josie and Isabel were tucked away in a corner, failing to be discreet during a heated makeout session. PJ had joined Brittany on the couch, while Brittany sipped her drink and scrolled through her phone, trying to ignore Pjâs passes. The rest of the girls, including Hazel, huddled in front of the small television, chatting through the David Fincher movies. You, however, stayed back in an attempt to avoid your girlfriend.
âHow could she lie to me like that?â You asked Brittany, plopping down on the couch between her and PJ. Rolling her eyes, PJ got up and left the basement, retreating upstairs for whatever reason.
Brittany seemed grateful for your company (and relieved at PJâs disappearance). âI donât know, babe,â she said, slinging her arm around you and pulling you close. âIâm sure she had a good reason.â
You groaned pathetically, resting your head on her shoulder. âI canât think of any.â
Brittany leaned down and kissed the top of your head, sympathetic to your feelings. You glanced over to the television area and saw Hazel staring back at you, watching your interaction with Brittany. She looked sad, not jealous, just sad. Those big blue eyes that would look at you with so much love were now pained, filled with remorse. She sort of resembled a kicked puppy, and every instinct in your body told you to run over and hold her, comfort her, before you remembered why you were angry in the first place.
Before you could force yourself to break your shared gaze, PJ suddenly came bumbling down the stairs again, holding an empty beer bottle. âLook what I found in the kitchen trash!â She exclaimed, commanding the roomâs attention.
Josie shook her head in disbelief. âWhy were you in my trash?â
âDoesnât matter! Now we can play âseven minutes in heaven!ââ PJ declared, moving to the middle of the room and gesturing for everyone to get the circle back together.
Brittany groaned, all too aware that this was just another one of PJâs stunts to try and get with her. It was your turn to be sympathetic.
âDonât worry,â you whispered to her. âIf the bottle starts to land on you during PJâs turn, Iâll intercept it.â
Brittany mouthed a âthank youâ before taking your hand and walking with you to join the circle. This time, you sat directly across from Hazel, as far away from her as possible. You could feel her sad puppy-dog eyes boring into you, but you refused to meet her gaze.
âAlright,â PJ asserted, rubbing her hands together. âIf thereâs no volunteers to go firstâŠâ
âI think our host should spin first.â Isabel interrupted, looking towards Josie with what could only be described as âfuck-meâ eyes.
Josie giggled as she took the bottle from a reluctant PJ and spun it in the center. Everyone watched with anticipation as the bottle slowed, almost stopping in front of Annie before Isabel grabbed it and pointed it towards herself.
âWow, what a coincidence!â Isabel exclaimed, much to Josieâs amusement.
The two held hands and disappeared into the small coat closet under the basement stairs. PJ rolled her eyes. âItâs no fun if you pick your partners!â She yelled after them.
One thing about 'seven minutes in heavenâ that no one talks about is what the rest of the group does during the seven minutes. Do you talk? Keep playing? Listen in? You certainly didnât know, and apparently neither did anyone elseâwith the exception of PJ, who set her phone timer before sitting with her ear pressed to the door.
âSo⊠whatâs everyoneâs summer plans?â Stella-Rebecca asked in an attempt to fill the silence.
Annie shrugged in response. âMostly working as a counselor for Vacation Bible School and protesting outside Planned Parenthood. Same old, same old.â
âWould you guys shut up over there?â PJ hissed from across the room. âIâm trying to listen to them fuck!â
Eventually, seven agonizing minutes finished with the screech of PJâs timer. âTimes up, lovebirds!â She shouted, throwing open the door.
The âlovebirdsâ stumbled out of the closet in a fit of giggles. Both of their clothes were wrinkled, hair disheveled, and Isabelâs lipstick was smeared all over Josieâs mouth. The couple was immediately met with cheers and jeers from the rest of the party as they made their way back to the circle.
âWow, thanks for warming up the closet for us you two,â PJ snickered. âNow, as for whoâs nextâŠâ
âHazel, why donât you spin?â Isabel suggested, seizing the bottle before PJ could and passing it to Hazel.
âOh, come on!â PJ complained, having been cockblocked yet again.
The group all shared a chuckle at PJâs dismay, especially Brittany who was laughing so hard tears began to form. PJ could do nothing but pout until the laughter died down and Hazel reached into the center, spinning the bottle.
Round and round the bottle spun, the group watching with bated breath. The hollow glass rotated, nozzle slowing, slowing until it finally stopped on no other than⊠you. All previously dissipated tension immediately resurfaced as the room seemed to still, everyone recalling the incident from earlier.
âYeah, you guys! Go in there and give us absolutely nothing!â PJ sneered, earning another smack on the arm from Josie.
You stared at the bottle, nozzle pointing directly at you, no question about it. Through your peripheral vision, you could see Hazel nervously fidgeting with her rings, unsure of how to proceed.
âMaybe we could⊠play something else?â Brittany suggested gently.
PJ clapped her hands together. âNope! Rules are rules. Get in there, you two.â She seized your hands and dragged you to the closet, throwing both of you in before slamming the door.
Hazel kept her gaze fixated on her fidgeting hands while you pretended to be very interested in a small tear on one of the hanging coats. After what felt like an eternity, you checked your watch. Only twelve seconds had passed. You let out a frustrated sigh. âWell, one of us has to say something.â
She glanced towards the door. âHow much do you wanna bet PJ is listening in on us?â
You shot her a glare, not finding her joke funny.
âIâm sorryâŠâ Hazel muttered, lowering her head again.
At that moment, all of the hurt, anger, and confusion you had kept bottled up to save face rose to the surface. âWhy would you lie to me?â You demanded, using her own line against her.
Her face crumpled upon hearing the true betrayal behind your question. âI didnât⊠I didnât mean toâŠâ
âHazel, you lied about losing your virginity to Stella-Rebecca. Thatâs such an odd thing to lie about, it doesnât make any senseâŠâ
âOk,â Hazel cut you off. âI didnât have sex with Stella-Rebecca...â
âNo shit,â you spat. âSo what, you like, want to?â
âNo!â Hazel insisted. âStella and I are friends. Iâve never thought about her that way.â
âThen why have you had me believing you slept with her?â You hissed, a weak attempt to keep your voice down.
She was at it again, fiddling with those goddamned rings. âI donât know, I justâŠâ she swallowed, hesitating. âYou told me about your first time⊠at summer camp⊠and you asked me about mine. We had just started dating. I didnât want you to think I was inexperienced.â
âHazel,â you sighed. âYou are inexperienced.â
âI mean, like, I didnât want you to see me as an immature little baby who didnât know what she was doing, so I panicked and made something up. I shouldnât have, Iâm so sorry. I really didnât mean to hurt you, I swear.â
The edges of your anger blurred as you realized fear had driven your girlfriend to a desperate lie. Poor Hazel, she looked shrunken, almost. She had drawn into herself, vulnerability exposed like a house of cards in the wind. You reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at you and taking her by surprise.
âHazel,â you cooed. âItâs ok that youâve never had sex before, I donât care.â
âReally?â She asked.
You nodded. âOf course I donât care. I just thought youâd been pushing me away because you didnât find me that attractive, butâŠâ
âWhat?!â Hazelâs exclamation took you aback, making you drop your hand. âThatâs not it at all! Shit, I was just worried Iâd mess up somehow, Iâve never been more attracted to anyone in my entire life! I think youâre the most beautiful person Iâve ever seen. No, really! Every time I look at you, Iâm like âholy fuck, how did I get so luckyâŠââ
You cut her off by crashing your lips against hers. Her body initially tensed at the sudden contact, but soon melted into yours as it had done so many times before. Your hands found the nape of her neck as you drew her closer, pressing her up against you as much as possible. Lip-locks with Hazel were familiar to you, but never had one been so passionate, so rough and yet reassuring at the same time.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were gasping to catch your breath, realizing you had inadvertently chosen each other over oxygen. You gazed upon Hazel, studying her flushed cheeks, her lustrous lips, and the way her shirt collar sat askew atop her shoulders. With the way she stared back, you could tell you appeared just as rumpled.
âWell thatâs good to know,â you giggled, reaching out to fix her collar. âListen, Hazel, youâre a virgin. So what? I donât care who you have or havenât been with before. If youâre not ready yet, thatâs perfectly fine, really. I would never pressure you into anything.â
Back at it again with those fucking rings. What the hell could you have possibly said this time?
âThatâs the thingâŠâ she began, her gaze fixated to the floor again. âI think I⊠I thinkâŠâ
âHazelâŠâ you whispered her name, placing two fingers on her arm and making her shiver.
âI⊠I think I am ready. Iâve been ready. For a little while now.â
Your eyes widened at her confession. âSeriously?â
She nodded. âYeah. I want you⊠uh, I mean⊠I want to do it⊠with you. I just⊠I donât⊠I donât know how toâŠâ each sputter was paired with imperceptible hand gestures, desperate to communicate something she didnât have the words to say.
âTo⊠initiate it?â You asked.
âYes! That!â She sighed, thankful you knew her well enough to understand her babbles. âI mean, should it be planned? Spontaneous? Do I just walk up to you and say âhey I wanna have sex?â Where do I do it? How? Can I just blurt it out of nowhere or does something have to be happening first? If so, then what?â
âHazelâŠâ she was rambling again. You placed your hands on both sides of her head, smoothing her hair. âThereâs no right way to initiate it, trust me. You can just do whatever youâre most comfortable with.â
She met your gaze again, head still caught between your palms. There was something different behind her eyes, though, something besides remorse or even vulnerability. Her brilliant blueâs seemed darker somehow, almost⊠hungry. You finally caught on when she snuck a glance at your lips, and closed the distance between you.
This kiss was different from the last: still passionate, but gentler, lighter, as if you were exploring for the first time. Her hands found your waist, loosely gripping the fabric of your top. You reciprocated, running your thumb over the hem of her tank top and accidentally brushing over a patch of bare skin. She flinched at the unfamiliarity, and you pulled away.
âAre you ok?â You whispered, forehead pressed against hers. She nodded, half-lidded eyes not leaving your lips. âCan IâŠ?â Your fingers hesitated just under her tank top, barely grazing the skin of her stomach. She didnât respond. She didnât need to. For the first time in her life, she let her body do the talking as she pressed into you, capturing you in another kiss.
Slowly, surely, your fingers inched up the underside of her tank top. You took the time to trace little shapes into her skin, moving from her waist, to her stomach, to the underside of her rib cage. Her breath hitched with each new touch; Hazel had always been ticklish, but the way your fingertips danced along her torso made her shiver rather than squirm. As her comfortability levels grew, your hand traveled up, further, furtherâŠ
âHoly shit, they were really gonna fuck!â
PJâs grating voice startled you apart like an unwelcome infomercial in the dead of night. You glared at your intruder standing in the wide-open doorway, a wicked smirk plastered on her face. âLose track of time?â
Hazel tugged at your wrists, and it wasnât until that moment when you realized your hands were still under her tank top (much to PJâs entertainment). With a mumbled apology, you detached yourself and helped her smooth out the fabric bunched around her ribs. Both of your faces were burning with a mixture of embarrassment and fluster.
âYou couldâve knocked, you knowâŠâ Hazel muttered, watching the floor as she left the closet.
âI couldâve,â PJ admitted. âBut whereâs the fun in that?â
The rest of the party watched with amusement as you and Hazel exited the closet. Your flushed features and darting glances did not go unnoticed, prompting a series of snorts and stifled laughter. Forget David Fincher, you two were your own movie.
âSo, I assume itâs safe to say youâve made up?â Josie asked cheekily, squeezing Isabelâs hand, who bit the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing.
âWe sure did,â you said with a sheepish grin.
Brittany couldnât help but snicker. âGuess that explains your rosy cheeks.â
You exchanged looks with Hazel as an idea suddenly popped into your head. âActually, Hazelâs cheeks are warm because she doesnât feel too good.â
âI donât?â Hazel asked.
âYou donât,â you repeated, shooting her a look. âIn fact, oh my, I do feel warm! We must be coming down with something.â
âWait, but I donât feelâŠâ Hazel seemed confused until she met your gaze and understood your plan. She raised her hand to her forehead, making a big show of collapsing into the basement wall. âOh, woe is me! It is true! I seem to have fallen ill! Cough, cough, wheeze!â
You had to fight the corners of your mouth to keep from curling. Jesus, this girl couldnât act for shit.
âYes⊠anyway we need to leave. Right now. We donât want to get any of you sick.â
âOh, Iâm sure thatâs the reason,â Josie sent you a knowing smirk.
You grabbed Hazelâs hand and ran with her up the stairs and out of the basement, the partygoers calling after you with whoops, hollers, and exaggerated kissing sounds. As the basement door creaked shut behind you, the last thing you heard was PJâs whiny complaint. âNo fair! Hazel gets pussy before I do?â
The two of you rushed hand-in-hand from Josieâs front door and piled into Hazelâs car, you in the passenger seat as usual.
She turned to you, keeping her free hand on the wheel. âAre your parents home?â
âThey never are.â
Hazel had to release your hand to put her car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway like a madwoman. You anticipated her fingers intertwining with yours again, but instead, she reached over and rested her hand on your upper thigh. Her thumb gently brushed across the denim of your jeans, sending flutters through your stomach. Hazel was getting bold.
The drive back to your house was nothing but perilous. Hazel had always been a reckless driver, but the sharp turns and disregarded stop signs were wild even for her. Arriving at your house, she parked haphazardly, jumping out before rushing to throw open your door.
âWell that was fast,â you teased as Hazel helped you out of the car. âLooking forward to something?â
Words seemed to fail her as she silently took your face in her hands, kissing you with the desperation of a castaway grasping for a lifeline. She had you pressed into the passenger door, hips flush against yours. Your palms rested on her collarbone, feeling her rapid heartbeat.
You gently pushed her away, almost swearing you heard the faintest whimper leave her lips. âWhy donât we take this inside?â You suggested, to which Hazel could only nod.
The two of you stumbled into your house, barely taking the time to break away from each other to see where you were going. When you eventually made it to your bedroom, you slammed the door behind you and Hazel thrust you against the white wood. You relaxed into her, expecting more kisses, but looked up to find her features filled with apprehension.
âHazelâŠâ you whispered, moving your hands to her shoulders. âIs everything ok?â
âY-yeahâŠâ she stuttered, her gaze dropping slightly. She had seized you by the hips, fingers hooked in your belt loops, hands beginning to tremble.
You gently lifted her jaw. âAre you sure youâre ready for this? Itâs ok if you changed your mindâŠâ
âNo! No, please. I need you so bad you have no ideaâŠâ she cut you off, her confession making you blush. âI just⊠I donât⊠I mean⊠Iâve watched some porn and read fanfiction butâŠâ
âHazel, sex isnât anything like porn or fanfiction.â
âOh fuck, it isnât?â She asked in disbelief, her wide eyes making you chuckle.
âWhy donât you let me lead, then?â You suggested, calming her with a tender kiss on her jawline. âGo lay down for me, yeah?â
Hazel did as she was told and moved to lie down on your pale-blue bedspread, a favorite of yours because you thought it matched her eyes. You stayed behind, stripping down to a bra and panties as Hazel watched with unblinking eyes.
âRelax, my love,â you purred, climbing onto the bed and hovering over her. You shifted, hips brushing against hers momentarily, causing Hazelâs eyelids to flutter and a sigh to leave her lips. A smirk crossed your face. âSensitive, are we?â
Hazel could barely speak through her pathetic little whines. âP-pleaseâŠâ
You planted a sweet kiss on her lips before trailing down to her neck, exploring her soft skin, discovering unknown sensitive spots: her earlobe, the nape of her jaw, along her collarbone. Your fingers flitted underneath the hem of her tank top, creeping up, up, until you felt the cool nylon of her sports bra against your palm. Hazel shuddered at the newfound sensation, and you pulled back.
âStill good?â
âGood,â she breathed. âYes, good.â
You hooked your finger under the neck of her tank top, coaxing her to sit up slightly. Pinching her shirt collar, you slid it off her shoulders before lifting the bottom of her tank, stopping with it bunched under her armpits. She finished the job for you, and you tossed the shirts aside, not caring where they landed.
Now she was left in a sports bra the color of fog, her nipples erect and poking through the fabric. You slipped two fingers under her band, looking to her for approval. She nodded, letting you peel it off until her tits sprang free.
âHoly shit, Haze,â you muttered, practically drooling at the sight of her naked breasts. Underneath the compressive sports bras, hidden beneath layers of baggy clothing, Hazel had perfect tits: round, firm, with little pink buds sitting like cherries on top of two scoops of vanilla ice cream. âHow could you keep these from me?â
Hazel let out a laugh that sounded more like a breath, not entirely sure how to respond. Leaning down, you took one of the swollen buds in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while palming her other breast. Hazel threw her head back against the pillow, letting out cries of pleasure while her hands entangled themselves in your hair. You took your time, caressing, suckling, exploring every inch of her bare chest, memorizing each unique detail: a freckle on her décolletage, a vaguely mushroom-shaped birthmark hidden beneath her left breast.
She was, for lack of a better word, perfect. You had been so distracted, so deeply buried in her cleavage, that you hadnât noticed time slipping away until you felt her pressing down on your head. Your name flew from her mouth in a desperate gasp. âI canât⊠p-please⊠keep goingâŠâ
âSo impatient,â you teased, mouth releasing her nipple with a pop. Hazel only whined in response, bucking against your stomach, hips urgently searching for some kind of release. You smirked, leaving her breasts and peppering kisses down her stomach, stopping when you reached the waistband of her gym shorts.
âOff?â You asked, though it was merely a formality at this point; you already knew the answer. She made a noise of approval, a mix between a groan and a squeak, and shifted her hips to allow you to slip them off her legs.
Now, there stood nothing between you two but the thin cotton of her slate-colored boxers. She was writhing, silently begging you to rip them off and have at her, but you couldnât help but stop and admire the growing spot of wetness that had accumulated through the fabric. Her hips sputtered, shook, pairing with her pitiful whimpers to plead for attention. You, however, had other plans.
âWhatâs your rush, Haze? Weâve got all night, donât we?â You were teasing her now, a wicked grin appearing as your fingertips danced along the elastic band of her boxers.
Her raised pelvis came crashing down onto the bedspread as she cried out in defeat. âFuck⊠please⊠just take them offâŠâ
You frowned, mocking her, using your thumb to gently encircle her clothed cunt. Her head sank further into the pillow, broken moans falling out of her mouth like beads from a shattered necklace.
âJesus fucking Christ, Hazel. Do you always get this wet?â You asked in disbelief. Her boxers felt like a saturated sponge.
âI donât know,â she sighed, fighting to keep her speech intelligible. âI donât think so, maybe. I⊠I need you⊠really badâŠâ
âNeed me?â You replied cheekily, wrapping your fingers around the elastic and slipping her boxers off in one quick motion.
Your girlfriend's naked body was now fully on display before you. You had to take a moment, admiring details of the areas she had never let you see before: a small mole on her outer thigh, or the way her hip bones protruded to form little ridges across her pelvis. Her chest heaved, lips parted ever so slightly as she awaited your next move.
âHazel?â
âY-yeah?â
âAre you ready?â
She took in a breath, blowing it out big. âMore than anything.â
You positioned your head between her legs, leaving feather-light kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her head tossed from side-to-side, body struggling to keep still with your mouth so close to where she needed you. Testing the waters, you ghosted a kiss over her clit, watching as she shuddered upon contact.
God she was sensitive.
Finally taking mercy on her, you licked a long, broad stripe up the length of her cunt, tongue lingering on her clit perhaps a bit longer than necessary. The cries that erupted from her throat were enough to send shocks through your own body. You moved to straddle her leg, grinding against it while you ate her outâa shift not going unnoticed by Hazel, only spurring her forward.
âOhmygod⊠Ohmygod fuckâŠâ your name tumbled from her lips amidst her breathless moans. She squirmed under your touchâevery lick, each roll against her shin setting her body ablaze. A smirk tugged at your lips as your mouth created a vortex around her clit, causing her eyes to roll back like a slot machine landing on the jackpot.
You didnât get to do this for very long before her plush thighs enveloped your head. âW-whatâŠ? It feels⊠I think, I think IâmâŠâ
âBreathe, baby girl,â you cooed, never taking your mouth off of her. âJust relax, cum for me. Fuck youâre doing so wellâŠâ
Her hands flew back to your scalp, legs shaking, guttural cries erupting from her throat as her orgasm consumed her. Fuck she sounded pretty. Her thighs kept you right where she needed you, only loosening once her breathing evened and she slowly came back to reality.
You lifted your head once her legs collapsed onto your bedspread, her bones feeling like jello. âWas that alright, Haze?â You asked, crawling back up to lay next to her.
âWow,â she sighed, pupils dilated into big black buttons. âJust wow.â She laid there a moment, silently recovering, wearing a dazed, blissful expression. But then her face shifted into something sour, almost uneasy. âI donât, I mean⊠I donât know howâŠâ
âItâs fine,â you ensured.
âItâs not,â she argued. âI mean, you were⊠and on my legâŠâ
âHey, Hazel,â you brushed her hair back, letting your fingers fall. âWe donât have to do anything else. Tonight was about you.â
âNo, no. Please, I wanna fuck you so bad, Iâve been daydreaming about it for so long.â
You couldnât have blushed harder if you tried.
âI just⊠I havenât⊠like you did with that girl from summer camp. What if I try and it isnât anything like that?â
âHazelâŠâ you reached for her face, kissing her reassuringly. âIt wonât be anything like it was with her.â
Her face fell. âIt wonât?â
âOf course not,â you replied. âWhat I did with her, it was just sex. Nothing like this, this is completely different.â
âWhy?â
You had to gather up the courage to say your next words. âHazel⊠Iâm in love with you.â
She finally faced you with wide eyes. âYouâve never said that before.â
âI know,â you said. âIâm saying it now.â
That blissful expression from earlier returned to her pretty face. âI love you too.â
You giggled, and she pulled you into another kiss. Her weight shifted until you were on your back, her body covering yours, legs on either side of your hips. She tried to emulate you, peppering kisses down your neck and chest until she reached the satin cusp of your bra.
âHow do⊠uh⊠I only wear sports brasâŠâ
You sat up, guiding her hands around to your back and helping her unhook your clasp. She slid it off your shoulders and tossed it aside without care, her attention fixated purely on the newly-exposed flesh in front of her. âHoly fuck,â she exclaimed on a sigh.
Another smirk crept across your face. âWhat? If I didnât know any better, Iâd think these were the first youâd ever seen!â
She shot you an unamused look before diving in, suckling at one of your breasts and pawing at the other. Her eyes stayed unblinking, watching you as your head relaxed further into the pillow and soft sounds spilled from your lips.
âAm I doing ok?â She asked in a whisper.
âMore than,â your voice came out soft and sweet, causing the tips of your loverâs ears to tint pink.
Hazel trailed downward, her soft lips leaving kisses all the way down to your stomach, her tousled hair tickling your skin. She paused at your cotton panties, her thumb passing over the fabric with uncertainty.
âNeed help taking those off too?â You quipped.
âDefinitely not,â she replied, seizing the waistband and sliding them off your legs.
Hazel gazed upon your naked body as if she were an artist, and you her masterpiece. Her hands hesitated before resting on your ribs, fingernails gently scratching down the length of your sides. She bent down, planting kisses on your hip bones, reveling in your quiet whimpers.
âHazelâŠâ you purred, and she got the message. Her hand slipped between your legs, fingertips tracing your entrance before sliding inside.
âOuch,â you hissed, sitting up in pain.
Startled, Hazel pulled her hand back. âW-what? What happened? Shit, did I hurt you?â
âKindaâŠâ you paused, trying to pinpoint the discomfort. It almost felt like she had unraveled a paperclip and impaled your coreâan unpleasant sensation you couldnât explain until you sawâŠ
âHazel,â you exclaimed with a laugh. âYou kept your rings on!â
âYeahâŠâ she muttered, cradling the hand that burned you. âI thought you liked my rings.â
âI love your rings,â you assured. âJust not inside me.â
âBut the characters in the fanfictions Iâve read keep their rings on, and the feedback is always positive!â
There was nothing you could do to stop yourself from giggling at her protest. âHazel, those fanfictions are written by people who probably havenât experienced the real thing. Trust me, rings up there? Uncomfortable at best.â
Hazel nodded, mumbling a sheepish apology and removing her rings before slipping two fingers back in. âBetter?â
âMuch.â
With her confidence temporarily shaken, Hazel began to move against you, slowly, steadily, studying your facial expressions. Each gasp, every subtle twitch helped her gauge what you wanted, what you needed from her. She may have gone in blind, but she was a gifted learner, and you her favorite subject.
Soon after Hazel regained her certainty, you started to feel that familiar ache within your core. âHazel⊠doing so good⊠my pretty girl⊠Iâm soâŠâ
She perked up, still keeping her hands where you seemed to want them. âReally? You mean it? Should I do anything different?â
You were about to shake your head, but stopped when you got an idea. âDo this with your fingers,â you demonstrated by curling your own.
She followed suit, reveling in your little mewls when she scratched against your g-spot.
But you werenât finished yet. âFuck⊠Hazel⊠almost⊠now just move your palmâŠâ
You didnât even get to finish your sentence. Hazel curved her palm, stimulating your clit, and your orgasm crashed over you like a flash flood breaking through a dam. Your back arched, legs shaking, chest heaving as you rode out your climax. Hazel wouldnât, couldnât look away; a moment ago she had been naive, inexperienced, but now the prettiest girl sheâd ever seen was creaming all over her fingers, and it was all her own doing.
Her movements halted at what she hoped was the right moment. She withdrew her fingers, curiosity overtaking her as she popped them into her mouth and moaned at the taste, instantly regretting not going down on you. Her mind swirled, flashbacks of what just happened mixing with the oblivion of what to do next.
âHazel,â you said finally. âCome lay down.â
She crawled back up to you, laying her head on the pillow. âDid I do ok?â
You giggled. âYou did perfect.â
A grin spread across her face, reaching from ear-to-ear. Her eyelids were already drooping. âIâm so tired.â
âMe too,â you rolled over, wrapping your arm around her waist and nuzzling into her hair. âGo to sleep, my love. Youâve had a big night.â
She snuggled up closer to you, muttering a barely-perceptible âI love youâ before drifting off to sleep.
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ONE OF THE BOYS
-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.
-> eddie munson x you (she/her)
-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst
-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]
-> a/n originally a one-shot, but I couldnât help myself and wrote some more!
Part 1 [Part 2]
-> <-
Your heart sinks into the deepest pits of your chest. The tiny inconspicuous hole where no one would ever look. Your spirit lies under the earth, while Eddie lies bricks instead of dirt across your corpse. A quite violent death you have taken on.
âAre you still with us?â Gareth waves a hand in front of your face. Grease slips between his fingers from his two day old burger that your school pretends was freshly slapped on a grill that morning.
You squirm. âSorry, what was that?â
âEddie says you could come to practice,â he throws his hand up. âYouâre one of the boys!â
Right.
Like someone had thrown water across your face, you slide theatrically to the floor in a puddle of you. Theatrically speaking - of course.
The lunchroom chatter dies in the back of your head like you just did a moment ago. You excuse yourself from the group, while claiming that you have forgotten your exam in the next class period and you should really put in at least a few moments of study time.
Your few moments are actually spent stowing yourself away in the ladies room.
âOh my God, I canât believe he asked you out!â A girl squeals. âWhat are you going to wear? Tell me everything!â
You had stopped your self doubting and your eternally ill fading romantic imaginations you came up with while you stare at the dull gaze in your eye behind the dirty spotted bathroom mirror. You should focus on your studies anyway. Failing your senior year of high school, again, was not on your list of to-do's.
Then again, the two girls gossiping were very pretty. You took notes. Hair full and down to her chest in length. The kind of hair Texas wishes they had. Cheeks were plump, and dusted pink with some powder of sorts. Full lips covered in sweet strawberry gloss. You can smell their gloss from just a sink away. That, or perhaps that was their perfume. Sweet and feminine.
âI'm sorry,â one of them notices you staring, while she applies a thick coat of her lip-gloss. 'Strawberry Dream' is what the little label on the tube reads. âAre we being loud?â
âNo, no,â you shake your head.
âOkay,â she sings awkwardly, before continuing the conversation her friend had started. âAnyway, Josie, I think we should go shopping for a new outfit. Oh! I - so - need a new gloss. Something sexy!â
âSexy?â You accidentally slip the words, before you could stop yourself.
The girl cocks her head. âDo you usually eavesdrop?â
Not that they werenât talking in front of her.
âMy bad,â you tug at the ends of your t-shirt. âErm- youâre trying to impress this boy?â
âYes,â she says simply. âDo you have some sort of advice?â
Looking you up and down, she spots the stains from your lunch at your chest. Trying not to snort and jeer at your expense, she waits for you to respond. Her cocky tight lipped smile says enough.
âActually,â you reply. âI- Why donât you try being yourself? He clearly likes you to ask you out, so maybe you could tone it down?â
âTone it down?â She frowns. âLike you? Tell me er- girl of some sort- how many dates have you gotten with that fresh out of bed look you wear every single day. You look like a shy boy. Yeah, I see you around. Youâre small like a shrimp. You need to be shark in these waters or your going to get your head bitten off. Put on a bra. A low cut top. And, maybe some blush to hide that dead corpse face you wear-,â
âItâs my skin-,â
âWhen you get a date, then you get an opinion. Got it?â
âGot it,â you zip your lips. What a bitch.
-> <-
Practice, as the group of men slamming poorly synchronized chords together, is held at Garethâs garage promptly after school. You did not participate in the noise, but rather you sit in a lawn chair onlooking. Fanning yourself with your hands, sweat glistens across your skin like armor.
Your friends finish their set. Eyes on you, you cheer for their noise that will surely draw eyes from the neighborhood. Someone will be by soon to tell the boys to quiet their racket, and to perhaps indulge themselves in a new activity like reading a book. The Book, perhaps.
âYouâre getting better,â you propose promisingly.
Eddie nudges your shoulder with a fist on his way to the cooler to grab a cold soda. You pretend like your heart didnât just stop inside of your chest.
âI told you, guys,â Eddie has been raving to his band mates (and occasional D&D players) that you, his B.F.F., wasnât going to ruin practice. That just because you might have a new rack and hips hidden underneath this t-shirt wasnât going to change any dynamic within the group.
They all agreed about this while staring at your ever growing chest and hips. You cover your chest again, before speaking out of turn.
âAre you ever going to preform these songs?â You ask the group.
Eddieâs plush lips touch the bottle his soda came in. Condensation from the glass dripped across his chin and down his neck to the exposed flesh of his chest.
And, they were so worried about you âdeveloping.â Here you are, eyeballing your best friend like you havenât ever seen him before. Suddenly, you woke up one morning and you were obsessed with him!
It isnât like that at all. You didnât know when you began having feelings for your best friend. Somewhere between living next to each other in the trailer park. Sneaking out after your curfew to splash in Lovers Lake (Eddieâs favorite way to wash off his worries). And, the times you tripped over your own clumsiness when Eddie was the first to rescue you. You might have just fallen into his eyes you stared at them so long. Maybe- maybe thatâs when something changed.
No more boys and girls - there are men and women. High school changes us - all of us. Thereâs science behind it all, you suppose. You took health courses, but no scientific explanation could bring you to figure out how you were completely enamored by your best friend.
Your best friend, who is sweating underneath the heat of the garage. Finding himself without options, he strips his shirt.
âHold this for me,â he says like thereâs no issue. Because there was no issue for him, youâre alone in your feelings. Classic.
âSure,â you fold his shirt up in your lap, while resisting the urge to inhale his scent like a trained dog trying to find a missing person. Or, like an addict getting their fix for the first time in days.
âAnd, yes,â Eddie announces, before slamming down a new chord. âCome watch us at the Hideout!â
âReally?!â
âSure,â Gareth speaks for his friend. âIf you want.â
âIâll come,â you ask, âWhat time?â
âWeâll start setting up around six in the evening, but weâre not set to play until seven,â Eddie explains to you. âFriday.â
You nod. âIâll be there!â
âOh, Eddie!â Gareth grabs his attention. âYou gonna bring Roxie?â
Roxie Martin? Now, sheâs a hot pair of tits in a mini skirt. Full scarlet lips, Rockinâ Roxie, as some people called her, was a She Devil in human skin. Sinking her teeth into her pray, she poisons them with feminine venom. She doesnât even have to sing them a tune, for men will follow her into the depths of the vast blue ocean without question.
Some just thought she was a slut in heels, though.
Whatever story floats.
Eddie strums a sour note.
âDude, Iâm just teasing,â his friend snickers.
Eddie scolds his friend, then the group of boys begin to slam on their instruments some more.
You sat there for hours watching Eddie slobber over his guitar. Sweat glistened down across his skin. His fingers striking each chord by heart as he did every night. Touching the strings expertly with the tips of his cherry red fingers. He begun feeling sore towards the end of the night, and the guys agree that it would probably be a good opportunity to turn in for the night.
Practice would resume tomorrow.
And you were forever and eternally frustrated.
-> <-
âRobin,â you slouched over the clear candy bowl labeled âFree.â âI need to be a girl.â
Robin jabs away at the keypad of the store computer that is clearly frozen. While she might be renting out videos to people, Robinâs shit with technology.
That gave her more time to ignore her responsibilities, however, and acknowledges to your moping. With an arched brow, she sucks in her lips and she lets them go with a loud pop.
âYou are a girl,â she states the obvious, while appearing to look down at your chest. âOr- so I think.â
âThatâs not what I meant,â you stuff more candy into your mouth like a starved squirrel just coming out from hibernation. Squirrels hibernate, donât they? Whatever.
âWhat ever could you possibly mean?â She props herself up onto her elbows.
There was a time when you were a child that a mean boy kicked dirt on you at the playground. Swooping in like your knight in shining armor, Eddie came to you to brush the dirt from your clothes and to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Feeling outcasted, Eddie surrounded himself in the weaker kids. The kids that enjoy recess sitting on the brick wall of their school, or close by the door to wait for your teachers to let you back inside.
You read books with him during quiet reading because he didnât know how to keep the letters from mixing together. Eddie would apologize for his hair being frizzy, and all over the place. You thought he was funny looking like that.
Sometimes you wish you could go back to the good old days where your heart didnât sing in your chest whenever your childhood best friend was near. You wish the aching in your bones would sooth itself instead of feeling fuzzy every time Eddie greeted you at a whisper from behind. That his strong hand touching you like a doll would become friendly again, and less like you want to shove him against the lockers to kiss his pretty face.
You knew better.
Yet, here you are.
Say it had something to do with what happened yesterday. Roxieâs sexy. You want her sexy. Not her. But, just the sexy. And, whoever was in the bathroom was right. Youâre much more than a baggy t-shirt and a pair of denim on your legs. You grew up during the summer, and so what if you want to show off a bit. You earned your assets.
âI canât tell you,â you put out there for Robin to read. âYouâll blab to Steve, and Steve will tell- doesnât matter.â
You wait for her to speak, but Robin never does. She blinks at you.
âThereâs this boy-,â
âA boy?!â Her voice echoes against the furthest most walls.
You wave your hands. âRobin!â
âGo on!â
âI just - I want to grow up a little.â
The jangle of the front door opening broke their conversation apart. There was nothing elegant about Eddie Munson. He slammed his jacket into the stand of desperately rentable tapes. The display wobbled. Swiveled. And, slammed into the floor. The video tapes splattered.
âDude!â Robin huffs. âI just put those up!â
Eddie scrambles to rescue the mess. âMy bad, Robs. You know? You might not want to put these right in front of the walkway. âCould get knocked over - see?â
Robin knew Eddie from class. Smart mouth guy with a lot to say about literature. He held a lot in his head, but once he got to a piece of paper, he could just go.
âThe usual, Eddie?â
Oh, and he also rented out the same tape once a week for the past three weeks. It was a Rated R film that had a single one minute scene of a nude woman on top of a man she was suffocating. Not with her boobs- with his belt.
Robin snaps back into reality.
âEh, looking for something new,â he fixed the display, before joining the girls at the register. âSuggestions?â
Robin slams her palm against the monitor. âStupid thing is still frozen. Oh! Did you hear your little pal has a crush on a boy?â
âRobin!â You cringe. Turning into the wallpaper sounds really nice right about now. Hell, youâll fix that computer if it gets Robin off the topic of you.
Anyone, she can blab to anyone, but Eddie. Where was Steve when you needed him? Oh, you are so screwed!
âWhat? Itâs just Eddie!â
Just Eddie - yeah, Robin, thatâs the problem.
âA crush? On who?â Eddie scoffs out loud.
Your jaw goes agape. âAre you saying I canât have a crush on someone?â
âNo, I just- youâre one of the guys!â
âShe canât be one of the guys forever,â Robin defends you. Perhaps she saw you twitch. âSheâs a girl underneath those stains.â
You brush your dirty t-shirt.
âRobin-,â
âWhat? Whoever this boy is, heâs shit out of luck if he doesnât see what we all see,â your friend continues.
Eddie teeters his balance back and forth on each foot.
âIâm going to go look for a movie,â he says.
Robin ignores him shuffling into the isles. âIâm just saying if he doesnât like you back that is his loss. Right?â
You peak around for any sight of Eddie. His frizzy mane is locked onto a movie in the farthest isle.
âOh my god,â Robin follows your gaze. âOh my god! This is big- no, huge- I canât believe before my eyes your friends to lovers trope-,â
âRobin! Hush!â You whisper at a much louder volume than you anticipate.
Yet, here comes Eddie back to the counter without a film in hand. Robin shoots you a glance that screams that sheâs about to burst like a toddler who has to pee, but they canât get their overalls off.
âCanât find anything?â Robin intertwined her fingers in front of her.
âMaybe tomorrow,â Eddie sighs.
The sound that came from Robinâs lips could have been the earth splitting in two, and trying to suck her in or the angels above calling her back to heaven. Sheâs a bit eccentric.
Oh, God, you think sheâs plotting.
âActually,â she settles. âI have a film back here that we havenât set out on shelves yet.â
âIs it a romance?â He guesses purely based on the actors gazing longingly on the front cover. âRobin, I donât do romance.â
âObviously,â she says as a matter-of-fact. âAnyway, this is a mystery. Hm? You know? Like clues and shit.â
âClues and shit?â
âMaybe,â you signal ânoâ to Robin, but she blatantly ignores you, âyou two can watch it together. Hm? Solve the mystery, before the show ends? Let me know what you think!â
âRobin-,â Eddie begins, but Robin is already scanning the tape to rent out.
âItâll be fun!â
You pinch the bridge of your nose.
âIâll see you around six for a movie night like old times?â
You mask your embarrassment. Nodding in a set agreement, Eddie left with the film still eyeing the cover like it had just insulted him.
âHow could you do that?â You shame her.
Robin shrugs her shoulders, while dancing behind the counter like a relationship fairy.
âOh! Youâll need something to wear by then!â She shouts to her coworker. âSteve! Iâm not feeling well! Will you be okay for the rest of the day?!â
âAh ha,â Steve appears like heâs been waiting for permission to enter the conversation. âYouâre not leaving me here by myself!â
âWhat was that? I canât hear you,â she points to her ear, as sheâs setting her jacket over her shoulders. âEar ache.â
âRobin!â
âHuh? Oh, thank you!â She shuffles herself and you out the front door.
Warm air meets you outside. Although you wished to take off another layer, you felt practically naked as is. Cotton blend shirts were thick in these spring days. The same could be said for your denim jeans.
âWonât he be mad?â You ask.
Robin snorts. âSteve? No.â
No explanation given - no explanation necessary. Robin and Steve were like a pair of siblings at most times. Although, knowing Steve had a thing for Robin at some point made the analogy much creepier than it should have been.
You drive yourself and Robin back to your home where your family was not. Theyâre out of town for the whole week doing an anniversary trip. Figuring your of the age to take care of yourself, theyâve left you by yourself with only the responsibility of keeping the home clean.
âWhat are we looking for?â You sit on your made bed hugging one of your pillows to your chest, while Robin riffles through your closet.
Robin shoves another dress across the hanger to the disapproved pile. Her grunts and sighs are discouraging as is, but rather her blatant disregard that you like some of those clothes is hurting even more. Or, maybe you like those clothes. You havenât gone shopping in a while.
âDo you own anything that isnât from Forever 40?â She jokes heartily.
You tilt your head to one side. âI like my clothes.â
âWell, we donât have time for shopping,â she scans around your room for something. Jostling your clean laundry, your papers across your desk and the drawers under them - she finally lets out an, âAh, ha!â
You groan. âAre you going to clean your mess?â
Clearly ignoring you, Robin holds up a sharpened pair of scissors like a magic wand. Holding one of your plain shirts in the air, she begins slicing away at every angle.
âHey!â You protest.
She pauses. âRight, put it on.â
âRob, thatâs my favorite shirt!â
âIâll buy you another one,â she shoves your head through the hole, and continues sniping at the edges. Fondling your chest, she measures where the top of your breast lies. âHey! Your the first woman to let me touch their boobs. Congrats!â
You laugh at this. âRobin, as your friend, you can touch my boobs any time you need a fix.â
âDonât tease me with a good time,â she jokes back. With one more snip, she steps away from you. âYou have any skirts? No, of course you donât. Jeans will have to do.â
You couldnât hear Robinâs tangent. In the standing mirror hung on your wall, you saw someone new. Surely, she moves when you move. Her chest bounces while she breathes. That tan from the summer on the beach is touching her skin in a most devilish manor. You hold your chin a bit higher seeing what a few snips from craft scissors will do.
âMakeup!â Robin insists.
Pink rouge presses into your cheekbones. Those cheekbones you earned from your grandmother. Thatâs always the compliment your mother spoke. And, mascara coated thickly across your eyelashes. Your lashes are rather short, but with that black mascara you were seeing yourself glow with confidence.
Lip gloss that tasted like honey-
âIn case youâre kissing any boys tonight,â she clicks the tube together with the wand. âMy dear, youâre ready.â
You take a spin in the mirror.
âI hardly recognize myself,â you touch your hair.
Robin slaps your hand away. âDonât mess that up, before Eddie gets here. Oh! And, look at the time, I should go.â
Youâre left by yourself for another hour. Twiddling your thumbs, and checking your makeup by the minute. Eventually, you pop popcorn in the microwave and place the bowl in the center of the coffee table in the living room. You twist the bowl around, so you canât see the chip on the side from when you dropped the bowl a few years ago.
Tapping your foot against the plush carpet beneath your feet, you travel between worlds where you feel ridiculous for dressing up like this, but you also feel hot.
Denim cuts at your waist, and you begin to doubt wearing jeans instead of pajamas. You never wore jeans after you got home. Eddie will surely know whatâs up.
You have no time to change your mind because the doorbell rings through the quiet house. Stillness - as if moving would threaten your life somehow. Then, again, the doorbell sings.
You drag the sweat from your hands onto the back of your jeans. Jeans that you should have changed to shorts. Heâll see right through your ruse!
You settle your nerves with one more glance over in the mirror in your little entryway. When you open the front door, Eddieâs tickling the lavender your mom set out on the front porch last week.
âWhat? Your shirt go through a lawnmower?â Was the first thing he says.
You knew it.
âErm-,â
âI brought the movie, and beer,â he held up the movie and a six pack he snaked off of his uncle. âCome on, Iâm freezing out here.â
Eddie doesnât ask where anything is. Heâs been here so many times before, birthdays, holidays and any time your mother has just come back from the supermarket with âthe good snacks.â
You knew each other for some time, which is probably why heâs never going to see you as someone other than his best friend. Why would you think about that? You had a shot, right?
âI popped popcorn,â you pointed in the living room.
âSick,â he drops down into your couch. âWe can go ahead and start the movie - the guys will be here soon.â
âThe guys?â You blurt.
âWell, yeah,â Eddie says. âLike old times?â
âRight,â the light in your eye fades, and you just hope Eddie canât sense the hesitance in your tone.
In the next hour, your quiet date night that had been set up by your overly optimistic friend, swirls in the direction that it is always meant to be. You squish into the couch arm rest, while Gareth battles Eddie over the movie choice. Although, this time the boys came to an agreement that this was not an action movie like Robin promised Eddie earlier.
âWhereâs the gore?!â Gareth flings popcorn at the television screen. âThrow her off the ledge!â
âYou want to see an innocent woman flung to her death?â You snap at him.
A piece of popcorn drops from Garethâs mouth, and into his awaiting lap. You didnât come to raising your tone with the boys unless something truly bothers you. Clearly, by the tightness in your chest, some of the anger spills over the edge. Quite like the woman dangling the manâs waist.
âNever mind,â you stand. âIâm going to make more popcorn.â
Taking the bowl from Eddie, you stow away in the comfort of your kitchen. Before your mother left for her trip, a folded note stacked on the island told you to not bring anyone over. But, if you are going to have boys over, she asks that you use protection. She has a wild imagination if she thinks her daughter has a sex life.
She must have passed this onto you. You toss yourself at someone, who obviously holds no similar feelings as you do. This whole night was a bust. Your eyes itch from the mascara. Your lips bled from when you chewed on them like theyâre your last meal. At least the color matches with your lip gloss that you reapplied many times in the bathroom when you need a break from the crowd in your living room. And, you canât feel your waist anymore. Tingling below the belt - and for all the wrong reasons.
âYou okay?â Garethâs voice startles you.
You spin around, and heâs there standing where the carpet meets the linoleum.
A yell from the living room suggests something mortifying must have happened in the film like the boy finally kissing the girl, or perhaps saying something romantic.
âYeah,â you blink. âJust- making more popcorn.â
Gareth doesnât say anything about the popcorn bags sitting on the counter next to him, but the room reads itself. You scamper over to the bag, before ripping the plastic and the bag apart by accident sending kernels across the floor. Gareth meets you at the floor below.
âShit,â you sniff. âIâll get the broom.â
âHey,â he grabs your arm, before you can run off again. âWhatâs going on?â
You sit next to the mess on the floor letting out a gust of air from your lungs that youâve been holding onto for dear life.
âItâs stupid,â you tell him.
Gareth moves a piece of your hair from in front of your face. âWhat?â
You look at him for the first time. Between you two, you didnât have to say a word he didnât already know. Because while youâre chasing Eddie, Garethâs warm heart is following after you. Youâre blind to him before.
âEddieâs not going to like me back, is he?â You whisper at an almost inaudible volume. Dabbing at your eye, you wipe the single tear threatening to break the damn.
Gareth sits next to you with his arms wrapped around his knees.
âI donât know,â he says honestly. âI think he just hasnât woken up yet. He does talk about you a lot when your not around.â
âReally?â
âYou scare him,â Gareth lets out a breathy laugh. âIn a good way. He- heâs never had someone to rely on in his life besides his uncle. And, if what Eddie says is true, youâll never truly change to please anyone. Youâre loyal, and your funny. Youâre beyond beautiful. The Goddesses shrivel in your light-.â
Your cheeks heat up.
âOkay, I might have added that last part,â he admits. âBut, you never know if you donât try.â
You reach out for his hand. âThank you, Gareth.â
He squeezes your hand. âAnytime.â
You say. âAnd I- Iâm sorry.â
âFor what?â
âErm- you know.â
âI guess I do,â he looks away. âIâll be fine.â
You toss a popcorn kernel Garethâs direction hoping to lighten the mood. Gareth snorts and tosses one back.
âWe should clean up,â you tell him.
Gareth agrees. âOh, and - when I said you donât change, I meant it.â
You pull at your half shirt. âYeah, I donât think this is me. Everyone just kept telling me to stop dressing like a boy.â
âTrust me,â Gareth suggests. âYou do not look like a boy.â
âOh, shut up,â you gather yourself on your own two feet. âI donât know - I kind of like the look, but maybe tone it down a bit?â
âIâll get the broom,â Gareth says leaving your question unanswered. "Oh, and I promise to keep myself and the guys out of your way the next time Eddie suggests we all have a 'movie night'" at your house."
"You caught onto that?"
"It's a classic move," he sweeps. "I can't say I wasn't going to try it on you some day."
"Well, I'm sorry that it wonât work out between us," you assure him.
"I'll survive," he wonât really look at you now, only at the task at hand. "Besides, I know how great of a guy Eddie is. If you do go out with him, thereâs no hard feelings."
Gareth sweeps every last kernel from the floor, then uses the dust pan to scoop them up and finally tosses them into the bin. By the time he's done scoping out every inch of your floor, you're done popping a new bag of popcorn.
The movie night continues without a hitch (aside from the merciless damning of the film coming from each of the boys in your home). Your eye on the one man, who could never look at you the way you do him. But, you don't know that for sure.
Because, as soon as you look away, Eddie's full attention is on you.
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Strings Attached - Hazel Callahan x reader
Hey loves!! I think we're learning I'm incapable of writing anything that isn't friends to lovers lol. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
Content: smut, oral, fingering, awkwardness but cuteness, cursing. (18+ ONLY) - all characters are over 18.
Summary: Hazel grows jealous of PJ and Josie's sexual encounters since creating fight club. So the two of you decide to strike a deal. No strings attached. Word Count: 4.2k
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âYou know what? Iâm kind of jealous.â
âHuh?â You looked up from the book you were reading, completely oblivious to your surroundings. You looked at your friend Hazel who was sitting next to you, scribbling in a notebook. She jutted her chin out, and you looked to see where she was indicating. On the football field in front of the bleachers you were sitting on, cheer practise was happening, and everybody had dispersed for a drink break. Your friends, Brittany and Isabel were cheerleaders, and their respective girlfriends, PJ and Josie, were down there too. Isabel and Josie were standing close together, talking and giggling, Isabelâs hand on Josieâs waist. Meanwhile, Brittany and PJ were off to the side of the group, full-on making out, tongues and all. You laughed to yourself at their lack of subtlety, but unable to stop yourself from blushing. Youâd certainly never kissed anyone like that.
âYouâre jealous cause you wanna make out with PJ? Or Brittany?â you teased. Hazel smiled and flushed, clicking her pen nervously.
âAbsolutely not. I just meanâŠâ she sighed. âI guess Iâm jealous that they got what they wanted out of fight club. I know it was fucked, but they wanted sex with cheerleaders, you know? And they got it,â she shrugged.
âWhat are you saying, you want to have sex with a cheerleader? I mean, Iâm sure somebody would want to, youâre gorgeous,â you remarked, putting your book down, crossing your legs and facing Hazel. She smiled shyly, shaking her head ever so slightly.
âThank you,â she said earnestly. It was adorable. âBut not necessarily. Just with anyone, would be nice. Donât you feel like weâre missing out? We should be out there, dating, fucking-â she stopped suddenly, going bright red. âI mean, not us, together, you and me, but like, separately, as individuals, with other people-â she babbled, hands flailing around, and you couldnât stop the next words out of your mouth, heart beating like crazy at Hazelâs words. You knew you were toeing the line of your completely platonic friendship, but you found yourself not caring. She was undeniably attractive, and you were incredibly horny.
âI wouldnât be opposed to it. Having sex with you, that is. If thatâs something that youâd be interested in.â You spoke quickly, then gnawed at your lip nervously. There was no turning back now. Your heart was in your throat.
âOh. Oh,â was all Hazel managed to say, and you suddenly had an impending feeling. You shouldnât have said anything, and you were mortified, and you were going to take it all back, no, say that you were joking, although, would she believe you, and-
âI wouldnât be opposed either,â Hazel said, interrupting your train of thought. Your back straightened. Oh, shit.
âWait, really? Because it was only a suggestion, I just think that- well- maybe we could get it over with, yâknow? Weâre both horny, and weâre friends, and weâre comfortable with each other. It could be like⊠no strings attached.â You shrugged.
âNo strings attached,â Hazel agreed, holding her hand out for you to shake. You laughed softly, gripping her hand and giving it a gentle shake, trying to ignore how sweaty your hand was.
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Hazel was a serial organiser. Always had been. And this was no exception. So, she planned the whole thing out. It would be at your house, Friday night, because your parents were away for the weekend. That way, you could go back to yours after school Friday and sleep in Saturday morning. It was all very clinical, methodical, planned out. Which is the way that it should be⊠right? Itâs not like this was real. You were just⊠practicing. Practicing for when the real thing came along for both of you. Thatâs all it was.
That Friday was the longest day of your life. First, the morning consisted of you getting changed about five times, before deciding on an outfit. A low-cut tank top and your favourite jeans that you knew made your ass look good. Once you got to school, the nerves didnât subside, they only got worse. Especially when at lunchtime, you sat in your usual spot with PJ, Josie, Isabel, Brittany, and Hazel. You couldnât stop blushing and fidgeting, and everything Hazel said that was remotely amusing made you giggle like a little kid. Act normal, you kept scolding yourself. But it was so hard when Hazel was looking so good and you just kept picturing how it might go later. It was one thing to fantasize but it was another entirely to know you were actually going to be having sex with the girl sitting next to you that very same day.
At the end of your final period, you practically ran out of the door as the bell was ringing, rushing to Hazelâs locker to meet her. She wasnât there yet, and you stood awkwardly, fidgeting with the strap of your bag, nervously rocking back and forth on your feet. When you saw her walking towards you down the hallway amid the crowd, smiling at you, you couldnât help but smile back.
âHey,â she said as she approached you, and, surprisingly, your nerves subsided slightly. The way she bounded over to you was so endearing. You were almost tempted to just grab her and kiss her there and then.
âHey, are you ready?â you asked, and she nodded, leading you out to the carpark to her car.
Neither of you spoke too much on the drive, unsure of what to say to each other. It wasnât exactly like any other Friday night where you would hang out, watch movies on opposite ends of the couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between you, and part ways with a friendly fist bump. You were also not sure if it was one-sided, but you swore you could already feel the sexual tension in the air. Hazel occasionally glanced over in your direction, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. As nervous as you were, you were mostly excited.
âHere we are,â she said when you pulled up to her driveway. You unclicked your seatbelt, grabbed your bag, and followed her inside. She opened the door for you, holding it open while you walked in. You thanked her, chuckling at her cuteness.
âDo you want a snack? I have cookies,â she opened the pantry, holding up the box proudly. You grinned, nodding.
âWho would say no to that?â you laughed, following her up the stairs to her bedroom. You placed your bag down and kicked your shoes off, sitting on her bed cross-legged while she did the same. You both took a cookie, eating in silence. You could feel your heart beating in your ears.
âSorry Iâm being so awkward,â Hazel said, readjusting so she was a little closer to you. âIâm just nervous.â The tips of her ears were pink, and all you wanted to do was kiss them.
âMe too,â you reassured, reaching out to place your hand on top of hers, and she smiled gratefully. âThink of it this way, it would be weird if we werenât a little nervous.â She nodded in agreement.
âThatâs true,â she said, looking down at your hands, which you were basically holding at this stage. She looked up at you, and you fought the urge to swoon. âIâm more nervous because youâre, well-â she gestured towards you vaguely.
âIâm what?â you laughed, completely unsure what she meant. She stood up, and you raised an eyebrow, following suit.
âYouâre like-â she used her hands to gesture again, as if she was mimicking curves. You flushed, mouth dropping open. âYouâre really hot,â she finally said, and your tummy flipped.
âYou think Iâm hot?â you asked teasingly, crossing your arms.
âYeah, are you kidding me?â
âWell, I think youâre really hot too. Like, so attractive.â
âReally?â she asked. As if she was genuinely surprised. As if she walked around all the time looking like that completely blissfully ignorant. It was kind of hard to believe.
âUm, absolutely,â you replied with certainty. âNow that weâve established weâre attracted to each otherâŠâ you trailed off.
âNow what?â Hazel asked, chuckling nervously.
âMaybe we could just start with kissing?â you suggested, moving a step closer to Hazel. You placed your hands on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to reassure her.
âYeah, thatâs a good start,â she said breathlessly, placing her hands on your waist. You took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, inwardly wondering how the hell you were going to keep it together later when even the slightest touch from Hazel made you feel dizzy with lust.
You both leaned in, shutting your eyes as your lips met. They slotted together, ever so softly at first, just testing the waters. You parted your lips slightly, kissing her a little deeper, and you were met with a positive response as Hazel wrapped her arms around you tighter, resting her hands in the small of your back and drawing circles with her thumbs. After a few moments, you both pulled away, breathless.
âWell done,â Hazel congratulated you, nodding thoughtfully. âYouâre a great kisser.â You chuckled.
âYou too. Really good. Can I kiss you again?â you asked, moving your hands up to gently cup the sides of her face. She nodded, leaning in yet again. It was deeper this time, as you both felt more confident. You gently introduced your tongue, and Hazel did the same, as she moaned instinctively into the kiss. This spurred you on; you had never heard a prettier sound. You ran a hand through her hair, as she moved her hands down to your ass, not squeezing, just resting there.
âIs this okay?â she asked against your lips.
âMore than,â you murmured, kissing her again, already beginning to feel a throbbing between your thighs. Hazel gently squeezed, and you moaned into the kiss. You knew you were touch-starved, but this was insane. The way she was making you feel with every kiss, every touch, was ungodly.
âHazel,â you breathed out, kissing her jaw.
âMm?â she responded, voice catching in her throat. You smiled against her skin.
âNothing, just like saying your name.â
âSay it again.â Her voice was dripping with need, and you decided then and there that you were going to do everything possible to get her to speak that way to you for as long as possible.
âHazel,â you whispered, walking with her towards the bed. She sat down first, and you sat down on her lap, straddling her.
âFuck,â she murmured, looking you up and down, hands resting on the swell of your ass. It was like she couldnât decide where to look, trying to take everything in. And you were still fully clothed, only the strap of your tank top slipping off your shoulder to reveal your bra strap. She decided to take the opportunity to kiss your shoulder, and you tilted your head to the side, eyes fluttering with bliss. Her lips were so soft.
She fiddled with the bottom of your tank top rather awkwardly, leaving kisses at the base of your neck.
âDo you want to take it off?â you asked, biting your lip.
âPlease,â she said breathlessly. You nodded, and she pulled the top over your head, tossing it aside, leaving you in the white lace bra youâd picked to wear specifically for this occasion. Your chest rose and fell in short breaths, and Hazelâs eyes glued to your tits werenât helping. You decided to throw caution to the wind, and reached behind your back to undo your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders. Hazelâs eyes widened, taking you all in.
âFuck, youâre so gorgeous,â she furrowed her brows, as if she couldnât believe it. Her eyes darted up and down you, and your sudden burst of confidence was gone again, her nerves making you more nervous. You suddenly felt very exposed.
âHaze, itâs okay,â you whispered, cupping the side of her face. âItâs just me.â She gave you a gentle kiss, and your heart burst in your chest.
âThank you,â she said softly, looking at you with those beautiful doe eyes. âDo you want to take my top off?â she asked. It was so endearing, yet wildly sexy the way she asked. What was this girl doing to you?
âFuck yes, I do,â you chuckled, as she lifted her arms up to help you pull of her t-shirt. You nibbled at your lip as you wordlessly reached behind her back to undo her bra, and she pushed it off her shoulders, then threw it aside, eyes never leaving yours. She was so beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her. It was like staring into the sun. But you couldnât look away. Your bare chests pressing together only made the wetness pooling between your thighs more evident, and you briefly wondered if you had ever been so wet in your life.
âCan I?â Hazel asked, resting her lips just at the top of one of your tits. You nodded vigorously, running your fingers through her hair. She began leaving wet kisses, trailing down to your nipple. She took it in her mouth, and you gasped and arched your back. She swirled her tongue, before stopping way before you would have liked to show your other breast some attention. This time, she spent a little longer kissing, sucking, nibbling, paying attention to your reactions. She took your other breast in her hand, tweaking your nipple between two fingers.
âHazel,â you groaned, shifting in her lap, grinding, trying to find some friction. She continued paying attention to your tits, as she began to attempt to undo your jeans. It was taking her a while, and you gave her a kiss on the top of her head, hoping to give her some reassurance.
âI have no idea what Iâm doing,â she whispered, voice dripping with need, hands trembling as she fumbled at undoing the buttons. You frowned, gently placing your fingers under her chin to look up at you. She blinked, eyes wide, bottom lip pouting out slightly. Her eyes were like a sad puppy dogâs, and all you wanted to do was scream because how could somebody be that cute?
âHey,â you reassured softly, âme neither.â You gave her a soft kiss. âAnd we donât have to if you donât want to. Itâs okay. Do you want to watch a movie instead?â Hazel immediately shook her head, hair falling in her eyes.
âNo, no, no, I want to so badly, you have no idea,â she breathed out, hands moving to grip your waist. You inhaled sharply, instinctively shifting even closer. âIâm just worried Iâm not gonna be any good.â
âIf any of this has been an indication so farâŠâ you trailed off, leaning down to pepper feather-light kisses from Hazelâs shoulder, up her neck, stopping at her ear. âYouâll be fucking amazing,â you whispered in her ear. Hazel gasped lightly, and you could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin. You smirked to yourself, her reactions giving you a major confidence boost.
âI want to taste you,â she whispered. âIs that okay?â
âOnly if you want to,â you said, heart racing.
âI want to,â she reassured, affirming this by lifting you off your lap and laying you down. You grinned, her assertiveness in this action incredibly hot. You decided to help her out by pushing your pants off your legs, tossing them onto the floor. You were left in a plain pair of cotton panties, biting your lip when you noticed your wetness staining the front of them. Hazelâs eyes were wide, hands gripping your thighs.
âShit, baby,â she muttered. You squirmed, heart exploding at the nickname. But you didnât want to scare her, so you didnât mention it. This was meant to be just friends helping each other out. At least thatâs what you were telling yourself.
âDo you normally get this wet?â Hazel asked, genuinely curious. You shook your head vigorously, blushing.
âNo, god no⊠this was all you,â you chuckled breathily. Hazel was a vision leaning over you, hands sliding to grip your hips, thumbs inching under the sides of your underwear making you inhale sharply. Her hair was mused, the chain necklace she was wearing swinging with every movement. She leant forward to kiss you, coming back to that safe space, and you happily accepted. You took the opportunity to move your hands to her tits, giving them a squeeze, then tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She moaned against your mouth, thumbs drawing circles right on that sensitive spot right at the crease of your thigh. She pulled away, moving down to kiss your stomach, stopping right at the top of your underwear for a moment.
She considered her next movements, before placing a feather-light kiss right on your clit through your soaked underwear. You inhaled sharply, instinctively bucking your hips. Hazel raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised by your reaction. She began gently sucking and licking through your panties, and you couldnât help the moans that escaped your lips. Hazel looked up at you the entire time, and you wanted to look away, but you couldnât. There was so much sincerity and vulnerability in her eyes, and it terrified you.
âHaze, please,â you exhaled, fingers finding her hair; not gripping, just holding. She got the message, and pulled your panties down your legs. They went flying as she threw them across the room, not looking away from you for a moment.
âYouâre perfect,â she muttered into your skin, kissing and sucking at your inner thighs, absolutely leaving marks. She had a way of giving compliments that forced you to believe them; she never said anything she didnât mean. Your heart melted. You couldnât have been fonder of her in that moment.
âHang on,â you said sitting up slightly, causing her to quickly pull away, clearly flustered.
âShit, what is it? Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have-â
âNo,â you interrupted, not necessarily wanting her to finish that sentence. âNo, I just meant hang on for a second, Iâm just gonnaâŠâ you retrieved a pillow, lifting your hips up to place it under your lower back, then spread your legs apart a little wider than before. Hazel inhaled sharply at the sight of you all wet and spread out for her. Itâs all for you, you wanted to say. Only you. But you didnât.
âThere you go, shouldnât be too hard on your neck now,â you smiled at her, and she chuckled in relief.
âAlways so good to me,â she murmured, before attaching her lips to your bare clit, flicking her tongue. You gasped, hand flying back to her hair and gripping this time. When she said she didnât know what she was doing? Bullshit.
âYouâre-youâre s-so good to me,â you barely managed to choke out. âOh fuck, Haze, that feels so good.â
âYeah?â she whispered, clearly enjoying herself, which only turned you on more. She began alternating between licking up and down your slit, swirling her tongue around your entrance, and paying attention to your clit. Every time you moaned a little louder, gripped her hair a little tighter, she made a mental note.
âYeah, fuck, Hazel,â you groaned lowly. It was as if you couldnât stop yourself from saying her name. She seemed to love it. As your breaths became shorter, her movements quickened, she hoisted your legs above her shoulders as you crossed your ankles, getting even closer. You gasped in surprise, then giggled.
âI could stay between these thighs forever, fuck,â she mused, giving them a rub. You bit your lip, heart fluttering at the implications of her comment. Did that mean she wanted to do this again? Before you could get too in your head, her lips reattached to your pussy and everything else faded away. You tossed your head side to side, suddenly very overwhelmed.
âOh god, it feels too good, itâs too much, I canât-â you babbled, hands covering your face.
âItâs okay baby, itâs okay, take a deep breath, relax into it, feel it,â Hazel mumbled into your pussy, the vibrations only adding to the euphoria. You did as she said, taking a big, quivering inhale, then exhale. You tried to relax your muscles, focusing on the feeling of Hazel swirling her tongue on your clit.
âGood,â she praised into your pussy, blinking up at you. Looking into her eyes helped too; nothing else mattered when she was looking at you like that. You began playing with your own breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers, kneading, and Hazel groaned at the sight.
âYouâre so hot,â she murmured, as she pulled away for a moment, chest heaving.
âYou are- youâre- I-â you tried, before getting completely distracted at Hazel running two of her fingers up and down your slit, collecting some wetness on her fingers. You watched, completely enthralled as she took them into her mouth, sucking her fingers and closing her eyes, moaning. It was the sexiest thing you had ever witnessed with your own two eyes. You were rendered completely speechless.
âI-youâre- that was-â you were cut off again by Hazel circling your entrance with those same fingers.
âIs this okay?â she asked, and you nodded.
âYes, yes, yes, please.â She entered you with one swift movement, taking your breath away in the best way possible. You were so wet, so turned on, so ready for her. She tested the waters by pulling her fingers out halfway, then slipping them back in.
âThatâs good, thatâs-â you moaned. âTry doing this with your fingers,â you mimicked a âcome hitherâ motion. She followed suit, the cutest look of concentration on her face as she watched for your reaction. You moaned even louder, nodding vigorously.
âThatâs it, donât stop,â you squeaked, throwing your head back in pleasure. She continued the same motion at the same pace, and you noticed how close you were getting. When Hazel reattached her lips to your clit and began sucking, you were done for.
âYes, yes, yes,â you cried out, hand flying back into her hair, gripping probably a little too hard. But it only seemed to spur her on.
âHarder, more,â you instructed, and she began finger-fucking you with more force, going deeper, sucking your clit a little harder, kitten-licking at the same time.
âHaze, Haze, Haze,â you gasped, mouth hanging open as you took in the sight of her. She was looking at you with wide, lustful eyes, continuing the same pace.
âI-Iâm gonna-â you squeaked between sharp breaths. Hazel slid a third finger in, curling her fingers at a rapid pace, tongue swirling on your clit in the most delicious way. You could tell she was determined to make you cum. This sent you over the edge, and you cried out, making the most ungodly sound that you werenât certain was even that sexy, but you didnât care at this stage. You threw your head back, mouth hanging open as waves of pleasure wracked your body, all the way from your stomach, spreading to your entire body. You could feel how sweaty you had gotten, but you didnât care.
âHazel,â you moaned loudly, riding out your orgasm as she continued her movements, increasingly slowing down. It briefly crossed your mind again how ridiculous her statement about having no idea what she was doing was. This was way more mind-blowing than you could have ever imagined.
âWell done, thatâs it,â she whispered as she slowed down, before ceasing her movements. Breathe, you internally reminded yourself, slowly coming back to reality. Hazel slipped her fingers out of you as gently as you could, and you gasped at the sudden emptiness. You removed your trembling legs off Hazelâs shoulders, pulling her down by her shoulders so she was cuddled up on top of you.
âHazel,â you whispered again, heart still beating like crazy, mind foggy in the best way possible. She kissed you, and you could taste yourself on her tongue. It was surprisingly hot. When you pulled away, you both let out a breathless chuckle.
âWas that okay?â she asked, brushing some of your messed up hair out of your eyes. You laughed in disbelief.
âThat was- that was the hottest thing that I could have ever imagined,â you replied.
âOh,â Hazel laughed, flushing a deep red. As if she was getting shy now. âHey, I have a question.â
âYeah?â you asked, fiddling with the chain resting at her neck. Your eyes met, and your stomach exploded with butterflies.
âCan this be- can this be strings attached now? Please?â Hazel asked nervously. You giggled, crushing your lips together. She let out a noise of surprise, but then kissed you back passionately. When you pulled away, you kissed the top of her nose, and she scrunched up her face.
âGod yes,â you said breathlessly. Hazel held her hand out for you to shake with a playful smile, and you both laughed as you took it and shook it.
âDeal,â she joked.
âNow thatâs out of the wayâŠâ you said softly, and Hazel raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. You rolled over suddenly, so you were on top of her now, hands intertwined above her head. âYour turn.â
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more than study buddies | h.c
summary: youâve had a crush on hazel for yearsnow. after you get partnered with her in mr.gâs class, she asks you to come over to study for the final exam. tired of not being able to act on this crush, you turn to isabel for some help in seduction. you attempt a few of her tactics but it seems that hazel doesnât really seem to be that interested. or so, you think until youâre straight it forward with how you feel.
pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader
contains: mature language, mature content, smut including â oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), hazel being an absolute teasing dom bc i said so, mrs.callahan almost catches reader and hazel but is saved by a locked door, reader does not know how to flirt to save their lives, isabel & josie being cuties and supportive of hazel and reader, no y/n!!!
a/n: i hope everyone enjoys. this is my first time ever writing about a sapphic character so i hope it meets expectations. thank you! :))
word count: 7K (i got extremely carried away)
You and Hazel shared Mr.Gâs class. It didnât take a genius to notice that Hazel was insanely attractive with her mullet rocker hair, insanely sharp cheekbones, and big blue eyes that had you blushing at just the thought. After being assigned partners for the âDeath of Women in Historyâ section for Mr.Gâs class, you two had got to talking more and more about each other.
First, that Mr.Gâs class really made no sense a majority of the time and that you had no idea how he even got hired. Hazel agreed but pointed out that at least it was an easy class. Along with looking cool, Hazel just was so fucking cool. She knew taekwondo, how to build a bomb (you didnât question why or how she knew how to do that) and how she blew up that douchebag Jeffâs car after cheating on Isabel, who had also become close friends throughout the year, with Hazelâs mom.
You were pretty sure that was extremely illegal but didnât even have to comment on it to tell that it pissed and disgusted Hazel off beyond belief.
You were surprised to find out that she didnât have a girlfriend nor had she ever had a girlfriend. This made you more hopeful for a chance with her. You gushed to Isabel as you had been doing all semester about Hazel once class ended.
âOh my god, you are obsessed with her,â Isabel teased you as you walked down the halls. âYou know, if you want, I could for sure give you some tips on how to hint to her that you wanna be more than just friends.â
This made your eyebrows raise in interest. You werenât really the flirty type in any way. You were the type to repress your crush on someone for as long as you could until it eventually went away. Rejection clouded your confidence as soon as you even considered confessing to your past crushes.
âOh, I donât know,â you awkwardly chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. âI think weâre good now a-as friends.â
âIs that what you tell yourself when you're jerking off to the thought of her?â Isabel deadpanned causing you to blush.
You whip your head around the halls to see if Hazel or if anyone associated with her was around. You would rather die than have her hear that.
âI told you that happened one time!â You sneered through a whisper at the freckled girl.
Isabel continued to just stare at you unamused at your lies. The two of you approached your locker and there across the way was Hazel wearing a cozy brown sweater and green pants with her low Doc Martens. She was talking to Josie about something you couldnât quite make out from a distance. Just seeing her made those memories of the many nights youâve happened to use her as some inspiration to get off.
Many, many nights.
âOkay, a lot more than once but shut up. She is right there.â You sneered at your friend, glancing at Hazel once more before opening your locker to place your textbooks for the day.
As you do, you notice Isabel raise her hands up in defense before ogling at her Josie.
âNow go and talk to your girlfriend. I can see you eye-fucking her from here.â You poke at her gorgeous head of hair with a gag as she hugs you quickly, reminding you to FaceTime her tonight so that you can work out exactly how you could seduce Hazel.
Isabel happily walks over and throws her arms around Josieâs neck to kiss her softly. Hazel visibly grimaced at how heavily the kiss progressed in such a short amount of time before removing herself from their space.
âHazel, hey,â you call out with a grin, hoping you didnât scare her.
Hazel sighed out of relief at the sight of you which, of course, made your smitten heart thump.
âShit, Iâm glad I caught you actually. Mr.Gâs test is coming up in about a week and I was wondering if you wanted to start coming over to study for it,â Hazel proposed and you felt your throat close up.
âLike aâŠ. study-date?â You question carefully.
Hazel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. âSure, yeah. So tomorrow after school? We can walk to my house.â
You blinked once, trying to process what you already agreed to. You nod with a deep inhale, a nervous smile that you hoped looked normal to your crush for years now.
âIâll see you tomorrow then,â she reached forward to place a hand on your shoulder before walking away.
Your eyes followed her figure as you waited until she completely disappeared in the crowd of students leaving for activities and to go home. You inched forward to Josie and Isabel, lightly tapping on Isabelâs shoulder in a panic. Isabel audibly groaned and detached herself from Josie to look at whoever was tapping her but when she saw you, her face softened.
âWhatââ
âHazel just invited me over tomorrow to study for Mr.Gâs test. I donât know what to do. What the fuck do I wear?â You express in a panic, messing with your middle finger ring as a sort of comfort.
Josie raised a finger up and shrugged. âMaybe study? I don't knowâŠâ Her voice faded out as her girlfriend then stared at her warningly.
âNo, I am coming over tonight,â Isabel removed herself from Josie who just gaped at you and the honey haired woman. âFaceTime is not enough. Bring your best outfit ideas and Iâll help with seduction techniques because, no offense, but you really need it.â
âWait, wait, wait, wait,â Josie interrupted with a grin already forming, âyou like Hazel?â
You raised a fist to punch her shoulder and point at her. âShut up, Josie.â
âOh my god, babe, you seriously havenât noticed? Sheâs jaw dropped and drools every time sheâs around.â
âOkay, whatever, jesus. Yes, I do and Iâm freaking out right now because I really like her and sheâs so fucking hot and not only that, sheâs actually a really nice person. God, I want her so bad.â You stress yourself out as you think about how tomorrow evening was going to go.
Isabel glanced at you with a grimace as she understood your struggle. She reached forward to pat your shoulder, not knowing how else to comfort you.
That same night, Isabel made her way over to your place to help you pick out an outfit. The two of you went through every single item in your closet. Isabel gave you one single tip on the clothing options for seduction; cleavage. It shouldâve been a given in your eyes but being told it would for sure.
So, deep within the old, thrifted clothes, Isabel found something you completely forgot you had bought on a whim. She pulled out a soft pink cotton dress that was practically lingerie as the boob area was lined with lace.
âIsnât that too dressy for a study date?â You proposed to Isabel.
âDefinitely but itâll make your tits look amazing.â Isabel emphasized, motioning to your chest.
Did your tits not look amazing on every other day?
So, the next afternoon after the last bell rang, you rushed to the bathroom to change into that said dress, quickly smoothing down the front to lessen the wrinkles from how you shoved it into your backpack. You glanced at your cleavage and Isabel was right about how great your tits looked.
They were a pretty average size but the lace and slight lift on the top area made your confidence rise a bit. Walking out of the bathroom, you spot Hazel leaning on your locker. A black and white zig-zag button up, a black opened vest on top with a medium wash of blue jean and a pair of creme white Converse.
Her chains shine very faintly against her neck which shouldnât have driven you insane as it did.
You move yourself into her eye-line with a friendly, innocent grin. Hazelâs brows raised in your direction then furrowing at your obvious change in attire.
âHey, you ready to go?â She asked with slight confusion in her tone.
âYeah, sounds good,â you nod.
âOh! I was able to get my momâs car today so we don't have to walk for, like, half a fucking hour.â
The news caused you to internally sigh in relief. You were wearing Converse which werenât exactly the most comfortable for walking miles. Plus, you didnât want to try and seduce your way into Hazelâs heart.
The whole drive was quiet as you, in all honesty, completely forgot about every single thing that Isabel had told you to do. Itâs not your fault that Hazel looked ridiculously attractive behind the wheel, driving with one hand gripping the wheel with the windows down.
It looked straight out of a fucking rom-com. You couldnât help but gawk at the way the wind blew her rocker hair wildly, exposing her sharp cheekbones. The soft melody of a random radio station playing in the background really just made it full circle.
Maybe you could start here and compliment her.
âYou look really nice driving,â you blurted out, wanting to vomit already at how fast and loud the words left your mouth.
Hazelâs face twitched in confusion for a moment, glancing over at you with a slight grin.
âNice?â Her tone was teasing. âThank you, I think?â
âYeah, of course,â you nod, embarrassment flooding through your veins.
Yeah, you didnât say anything else the rest of the drive to her house. Pulling up, you tug the ends of the skirt of your dress down so you donât flash her. You peaked over at her as she put the car in park, checking her out as discreetly as you could.
Hazel walked around the front of the car to open the door for you as you reached for the handle, catching you off guard. You froze for a still second before flashing her a flirty smile.
âThank you. You didnât have to do that,â you inform Hazel who had an arm raised and rested on the opened door.
âYouâre the guest.â Hazel shrugged with a small grin before adding on, âalso, itâs jammed on the childâs lock for some reason so I have to open it from the outside.â
This made your expression falter but you attempted to hide it. You threw your backpack over your shoulder as you stepped out of the car. Hazel moves out of your way to motion towards the front door. Or doors, in Hazel's case.
The walk to Hazelâs room made your heart sink. The confidence that had been waving in and out of your system had fully disappeared into thin air. Hazel strides in front of you, turning a corner to the egg-white wooden door to her room. She opens the door and moves out of the way, again, to let you in first.
âJust make yourself comfortable.â
You havenât been comfortable since you walked into the house. Hazel sets her backpack down on the ground next to her desks' swivel chair. As she turned around, you tugged the front of the dress down to reveal your cleavage more for her to notice.
This is where it had to begin.
Setting your bag down in the same area, you brushed your hair out of your way and leaned on the desk with one hand. You made sure to make your arm press into the side of her boob to accentuate the front of the dress. Hazel turned to find you there right behind her, eyes widening and blinking once out of surprise of how close in prolixity you had become.
Then, Isabelâs advice came echoing in your mind.
âCompliment the smell of her or her room. Or even both. I know I love when people let me know how good I smell.â
âHey, you know your room smells really good. It smells like you,â you smile, looking her up and down and leaning in closer. âWhat is it?â
Her room did, in fact, smell like some sort of fragrance mixture of woody, mahogany, and sage with a hint of lavender. Hazel glanced around the room before her eyes landed right where you had been wanting her to look; right at your tits.
âUh, thank you. I have no idea. Probably âmahogany teakwoodâ or some shit like that.â
You nod, mentally noting that. Hazel, then, got out all of the material needed for Mr.Gâs class. Shit, you haven't even packed a notebook. Isabel gave you the confidence to assure you that something was going to happen.
Fuck.
Hazel was already getting out different colored pens and pencils, laying them out on her desk. You pretend to look through your bag, faking a sigh and groan as you continue your act.
âDamn it,â you muttered.
Hazel was quick to notice your frantic rummaging before asking, âwhatâs wrong?â
âI completely forgot to get my notebook so I canât really study. Iâm sorry.â
âNo, youâre fine,â Hazel reassured, a kind smile on her face. You hated how much it made your head spin. âHereâ shit,â she dropped her notebook while handing it to you. The clumsiness made you smile; not making fun but in admiration of how cute she was.
Isabel was painfully right. You were obsessed with everything about her, it was concerning sometimes.
âI got it. Thank you,â you tell her as you bend forward to pick up the notebook from the ground, looking up at her from the ground.
Hazelâs eyes find themselves locked on your cleavage again. She nodded, clearing her throat and twiddling a pencil around her fingers skillfully.
âYeah, of course.â Hazel smacks her tongue against her teeth. âWe should probably⊠get to it though.â
You nod to yourself, clutching the notebook in a way that has the metal spiral digging into your palm. How were you going to seduce her when she actually wants to study?
âRight, yeah,â you respond, glancing over at her made bed. A thought filled your brain as you pointed to the bed. âHey, is it okay if we get on the bed? Itâll probably be more comfortable that way.â
Hazel glanced at her bed then at you before nodding without hesitation. âSure, yeah.â
The tension in the air was indescribable. When you were studying by yourself in your own room, you were usually blasting music on your speaker or in your headphones to the point of everything else around you becoming insignificant. There was complete silence in the room which made you even more nervous to be with Hazel in her room.
The two of you then sit on the bed; Hazel prying off her shoes to sit criss-cross on the bed and you lie down in front of her, one arm holding up your head and the other writing down mindlessly. Hazel actually seemed to be writing and studying while you were just scribbling your name down in different fonts. She had no idea how much you had been zoned out and bored.
That is until after half an hour of âstudyingâ, Hazel asked you a question about a topic she was writing about.
âOh, uh,â you look down at the paper and then back at her.
She was staring at you, waiting patiently for some sort of answer but she glanced at your graphite covered paper to see what you had been doing this entire time you had been here. Embarrassment begins to flood your system as you meet her gaze.
âHave you been writing your name over and over again?â
âYeahâŠâ You trailed off, having no defense whatsoever. You were bored, on the verge of giving up seducing Hazel. Might as well just tell her the truth. âIâm sorry, Hazel. I⊠never wanted to really study.â
Hazel chuckled and nodded her head towards the scribbled piece of paper. âYeah, I noticed but whyâd you say yes then? Did you wanna just⊠hangout or something?â
As you were about to open your mouth to ramble out some stupid love confession, Isabelâs voice echoed in your head.
âIf you canât do the subtle, seductive route, be honest about what you want. Some people hate it when they dance around what they really want to say or do. Be direct.â
You sucked in a deep breath, sitting up so that you were sitting across from Hazel with one leg hanging off of the bed. Your socked foot accidentally nudged her pant leg as you straightened out your back, making sure to keep eye contact with her.
âI want you, Hazel.â You kept your voice clear and lowered a bit to let her know that it was in fact in a sexual manner.
Hazelâs face dropped and you were already conjuring up an âit was a jokeâ or âIâm just messing with youâ until she tilted her head with a smile.
âIn a sexual and romantic way,â you emphasized with a grin.
âIs that why you changed into a dress after class?â Her tone was in its usual teasing way.
âWhat do you mean? I was wearing this all day.â You lied straight through your teeth but your grin gave away that you were being sarcastic.
Hazel just shook her head at you, muttering something under the lines of âsuch a teaseâ as she leaned forward to press her lips onto yours. You blushed at both her words and how quick she was to kiss you. Her lips felt gentle and smooth against your own.
You inhaled and picked up a rhythm as she cradled the back of your neck with her hands. You were a bit intimidated by how experienced she was with her movements even though she had told you that she had none. Not that you were calling her a liar but she felt so fucking good.
Your hands awkwardly sat on your lap, not knowing where else to place them. This position made your lower back ache and not in a good way. You pull away from her slick lips, sucking in a deep breath.
âCan I,â you begin but hesitate for a moment. âCan we change positions? Iâm sorry. My back is aching.â
You both softly chuckle at your question but it didnât feel awkward. No, it felt more comfortable than anything. In fact, she shoved all of her school notebooks and pens on the ground with a cheeky grin.
âYou can sit on my lap, câmere.â Hazel scooched up further on the bed so that she was resting with her back against the bed frame, her legs straight out.
You blushed at the sight of her slightly slick and red lips and flushed cheeks. You forced yourself to follow forward and straddle Hazelâs legs. Her hands immediately found your waist, thumbs rubbing at the skin through the fabric.
âIâm not too heavy, right? Like it doesnât hurt your legs?â You ask softly, placing your hands on Hazelâs shoulders.
âNo, no. Trust me, this feels really good.â Hazel makes her point by running her palms up and down your sides than to squeeze at your thighs.
Your skin heats up as you feel her rings indenting into it with her soft grip. To hide your blush, you pull her into another passionate kiss. Your hands find her neck while she holds your waist, slightly rocking them forward. You let out a noise of pleasure as you feel her tongue swipe past your bottom lip.
Hazel began to smile against your lips after the noise left your mouth and she pulled away to then kiss at the skin underneath your jaw. You hum at the feeling of her lips sucking and biting at the skin. The roomâs atmosphere was filled with the two of you letting out the gentlest of sensual sounds to egg each other on.
âHazel,â you whine, rolling your hips into hers desperately.
Hazel detached herself from your neck to glance down at the way you were moving against her. She pecked at your cheek, placing her hands on your hips encouragingly. You noticed this glint in her eye and it was clear to you that she was turned on by how you were trying to get off on her.
âThere you go. Just like that. That feels good, yeah?â Her tone raising a little with that stupid fucking smirk on her face.
âPlease touch me.â You begged, a wave of desperation falling over you.
Hazel shook her head, obviously taunting your aroused state. âI think youâre doing good right now, pretty girl. Look at you, fuck.â
âPlease,â you whispered, leaning forward to capture her lips onto hers.
Hazel pulled away to instead kiss right above your left boob, looking at you through her eyes to make sure you were okay with what she was doing. A slight nod was all Hazel needed to continue her journey down. She uses one hand to move the straps of the delicate dress off your shoulders.
You watch her tug down the top area of the dress to expose your bare chest. You try not to make it known how nervous you were for this. No one has ever seen this part of you and Hazel meant a lot to you in so many ways already. She gently takes them into her palms, a shiver running down your spine at the contact of her cool rings.
âYouâre perfect, you know that?â Hazel hummed, now looking into your eyes.
It sounded so sincere and kind, you could shed a tear.
âPerfect?â You tilt your head to the side, no humor behind it. There was genuine curiosity if she meant it.
âYeah, you are,â she pecks your lips once before placing another peck to the top of your tits. âIâm not just saying that because your boobs are in my face, by the way.â
This causes a soft laugh to erupt from your chest, leaning forward to rest your forehead on her shoulder. Her hands rub up and down your back soothingly as she chuckles along with you.
âOkay, Iâm sorry.â You remove yourself from the comfort of her neck, pushing your hair out of your face.
âItâs okay. I just wanted to let you know that. Make you comfortable.â Hazel held your waist, looking between both of your eyes then your lips.
âI am. I just am really turned on right now.â You take your lip in between your teeth, adjusting yourself to grind once again on her lap.
Hazel took the hint and took one of your nipples in between her lips, sucking and licking on the bud. You gasp softly at the feeling, pushing your chest forward into the warmth of her mouth. You took one hand to brush her hair out of her face, moaning softly.
You were panting at the overwhelming feeling of her lips sucking and kissing at both of your tits and her hands gripping hungrily at your waist. It felt like so much but not enough all at once. You just wanted to be engulfed by this feeling; of Hazel.
âCan I go down on you?â Hazel asks softly, pulling away from your sensitive bud.
Your eyes widened at her words and tried to get out of your lustful haze. Your head felt clouded and not able to focus on anything other than this erotic feeling.
âIâYeah. You really wanna?â You reply, a wave of both excitement and nerves flooding through your body.
âI really want to. If youâre not comfortable, though, thatâs completely okay.â Hazel reassured you, kissing you gently on the lips. âWe can keep doing this because trust me, this is really good too.â
You canât help the smitten smile that spreads onto your lips. You hated how much you loved the bare minimum treatment she was giving you.
âNo, I want to. I justâ how do you want me?â You stare at her, waiting patiently.
Hazel bit her lip as she thought for a mere second before glancing to the empty space next to her. Hazel cupped your face once again to place a soft kiss to your lips. When she pulled away, you were quick to chase after the addicting taste of her. She pulled back with a teasing grin, moving her hands down to squeeze at your ass once.
âIâm gonna go and lock the door. Lay down for me, okay?â
For me. Fuck, she wanted to send you into cardiac arrest.
You nod and remove yourself from Hazelâs lap to sit down on the mattress. You could feel the wet patch on your underwear now that you were distracted by how your crush for years was sucking on your tits. Hazel rushed to lock the door, pushing her hair out of her face.
When Hazel locked her eyes on your figure on the bed, she sucked in a deep breath as if she was trying to keep her composure. She removed her open vest and her button up so that she was left in her white wife-pleaser and a black sports bra.
You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second in anticipation.
âYou are so gorgeous,â Hazel tells you as she approaches the bed once again.
She crawls in between your open legs so that you are face-to-face. You answer by pressing your lips to hers. You crossed your arms around her neck to tug her more onto your body. Hazel moved her lips against yours, moving a hand from your neck to the skirt portion of the dress. She lifted it up so that it was resting around your stomach area to expose your black lace underwear you had worn for this.
Hazel hooked one finger underneath the waistband of the panties to snap it against your soft hips. You gasped at the feeling, in both pleasure and shock. Hazel pushes up on her arms to move down your body. She presses wet and attentive kisses down your chest and makes her way down to the plush of your stomach.
You sucked in out of habit so that you hoped you would appear thinner. You didnât even realize earlier how exposed you were going to be. Hazel did take notice of the sudden tense feeling on your stomach as she kissed right above the waistband of your underwear.
âHey, you gotta relax for me, okay?â Hazel mutters to you, hands kneeling into your soft thighs.
You sit up on your forearms to look Hazel in the eyes. âSorry. Iâve never had anyone down there. Iâm sorry if I look bloated or smell down there orââ
âHey, it's okay. Itâs okay. You look beautiful, okay? And as for the smell, its not supposed to smell like fucking vanilla or flowers. Men made that shit a standard because theyâre fucking idiots.â Hazelâs words really set in your head as you tried to push away all the negative and harmful words that were telling you werenât skinny or pretty enough to be doing this with her. âIf I didnât want to do this, I wouldnât be.â
You nod slowly, watching as Hazel places feather-soft kisses onto your inner thighs. She was so attentive to every single sensitive part of your lower region. She kisses right over that wet spot on your underwear before taking the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down. She flings them somewhere in the corner of her room.
You want to close your legs out of instinct but you hold them open. Hazel leans down onto your pussy, placing a soft kiss onto your clit. Your hips shift at the feeling but you try to keep your composure. She looks up at you as she licks one stripe through your folds.
âOh, fuck,â you moan softly, chasing her tongue for more.
Hazel continued to move her tongue through your slick folds, her hands gripping onto your thighs to hold you there. Your breathing was heavy and a slight layer of sweat began to form on your hairline and your lower back. The obscene sounds coming from your pussy only encouraged Hazel to pick up her movements.
You ran a hand through her hair as you felt it tickle at your inner thigh. Her eyes locked with yours as she sucked at your clit, waiting for pretty sounds to leave your lips. You whine and rock your hips against her mouth.
âYou taste so good, baby,â she breathes against your slick folds. âSo fucking good.â
The praise went straight to your core, your naked chest rising and falling as you were overwhelmed by her grip on you and her tongue hungrily moving through your folds. You tried to squirm away as you felt that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen.
Hazel wasnât letting that happen, though. She slipped her pointer finger into your entrance slowly, lifting her head up to watch your reaction to this new feeling. You nodded at the feeling of something inside of you, jaw dropped as you didnât realize she had kept her rings on. Feeling incredibly pathetic and needy as you clenched around her finger, you rocked your hips down as if that would make the pleasure increase.
âThat feel good, pretty girl?â Hazelâs voice breathy in arousal, pumping her finger with one hand and keeping a tight grip onto your thigh to hold you open.
âMore, please. Haze, I need to cum, please,â you begged, not even responding to her question.
Your mind was too clouded with the endorphins releasing from how good she was making you feel. Your hips kept grinding against her, feeling so out of your normal state of mind. Your lips were kiss-swollen and hair was beginning to frizz from the beads of sweat that were forming at your hairline.
âYou look beautiful like this. All fucked out for me, honey.â Hazel did as you had begged for, her pointer and middle fingers were now pumping inside of you.
Her hair, too, was frizzing up beautifully from the humid air that had been filling the room. Her chest and cheeks had a gorgeous pink hue to the pale skin from the lust. Her lips and chin were coated with your arousal. How could she be complimenting you when she looked like she came straight out of porno magazine?
âReally? Iâm the beautiful one when you look how,â you pant in disbelief, âyou do? Fuck, Haze.â
In response to this flirtation, Hazel adjusted so that she was face-to face with you once again and pressed her lips to yours. You moan softly against her at the taste of your own slick on her swollen lips. Hazelâs fingers curled into you to hear those moans that she could have on repeat if it was possible. You pulled away to keep your lips ghosting over one another to breathe heavy moans into your mouths.
âHow do I look, hmm?â She taunted, her eyes flickering all around the features of your face.
You whine, trying to kiss Hazel again to avoid answering. She just pulled back, curling her fingers against your g-spot teasingly to purposely drive you insane. You were so fucking close and sheâs asking you this now?
And as if things couldnât go more awry, you hear a rather loud knock on the door.
âHazel! Is everything alright in there?â
Hazelâs movements freeze for a moment as the realization sets in that her mom is just on the other side of the door. You glance at the door than at Hazel who was heavily breathing along with you.
âYeah, mom, why? Iâm just doingâŠâ Hazel glances at you and smirks for a moment. You roll your eyes as you know she wanted to say your name as a joke. âHomework. Just studying right now.â
Waiting for a response from her mother, Hazel resumed the thrusts of her fingers. She even picked up the pace of her thrusts and you knew it was because of this thrill of almost getting caught. Fuck, and it really wasnât helping your attraction to her.
You scrunched up your brows at the pressure building in your abdomen as you force the moans itching at your throat back. Hazel had this lustful glint in her eye as she watched your hips sputter as she knew you were so close to cumming. She could feel how much you were clenching and hear the soft âpleaseâ and her name falling from your lips.
âOkay, well, I swore I heard someone else in there. Is there someone else in there?â
You almost felt bad for Mrs. Callahan as you were getting finger-fucked by her daughter while she was just on the other side of the door. Almost.
Okay, you didnât give a fuck.
âYeah, a friend. Sheâs helping me study for Mr.Gâs final exam.â Hazel borderline shouts back before leaning down to kiss at the underside of your jaw.
âYouâre doing so good for me. Youâre gonna cum, pretty girl?â You nod, eyes watering from how good she felt and not trusting yourself to speak at the moment. You were whispering and begging for her to make you cum, the build-up becoming overwhelming.
âDid you guys want anything to eat? I can go and get some pizza?â
âYeah, mom. Sounds good. Pepperoni is great. Okay, love you. Bye.â Hazel rushes out her words.
You reach your hand down to rub at your sensitive clit as Hazel pumps her fingers harder. Hazel moves your hand away to replace your hand with her own, wanting to make you cum on her own. You let out a shaky moan, a string of âpleaseâ leaving your lips.
Your hand reaches down in between your legs to grip onto her wrists, trying to push her hands away from the overstimulation. Your back arches and chases the feeling over how hard you were cumming. Your thighs tried to clamp her hands still but she didnât stop whatsoever, wanting your cum to lather her fingers.
âHaze, please, please. Fuck, right there.â You beg through dry sobs, cumming quicker than you could comprehend.
Your head went numb and your body went weak as shivers ran down your spine. Hazel watched as your hips eagerly chased the high, stuttering as you were slowly coming down from the orgasm.
âThere you go, baby. Just breathe. You did so good. So, so good, yeah.â Hazel leaned down to kiss your soft lower stomach, slowly removing her fingers from your cunt.
Hazel refrained from groaning at the sight of your climax dripping out and lathering her fingers and rings. Her main focus was taking care of you right now.
âI need a nap,â you huffed as you raised an arm to cover your forehead.
Hazel chuckled softly, leaning down to place sweet and gentle kisses to your cheeks and then lips. âHow about you pee for now and then we could take a nap? I donât want you to get a UTI or something.â
You nod, agreeing with her. You take a deep breath in and out as you sit up slowly. Hazel watched you carefully as she continued to caress your sides and thighs.
âYou have a private bathroom right?â You wonder as you stare at the door you entered from.
If Hazelâs mom was still home, you couldnât fathom having to interact with her after what had just happened in this room.
âYeah, it's right next to the closet over there.â Hazel jerked her head to a door that looked identical to the entrance to her room.
You nod as you shouldâve seen that earlier. A sudden silence fell over the two of you; almost tense. Do you kiss her? Do you hug her? Do you âthank herâ? No, thanking her would be so fucking weird.
Just get up and pee, you freak, jesus.
Hazel watched you move your straps back onto your shoulders and covered your tits that she wished she had spent more time on. You get up from the bed, turning your head to flash her a gentle smile, muttering that you would be right back.
âIâll be here.â Hazel grins, pointing to her bed.
You open the bathroom door with a soft blush, shutting the door behind you. You locked eyes with your reflection and raised a hand to cover your mouth in shock. Your mascara was smudged under your eyes and your lips were a bit puffy and red. And god, your hair was a mess.
You looked fucked out.
You were fucked out.
A part of you wanted to take a photo and send it to Isabel to show her it worked a lot better than you thought it would go. You shook your head and quickly used the bathroom, washing your hands. You dry them off on a towel, trying to keep your composure from flashes of what had just happened.
You adjust the skirt and top to your dress, wiping underneath your eyes to smoothen out the black mascara. You swing open the door to see Hazel sitting on her bed on her phone. She looked up as she noticed the bathroom light turn off and how you were standing silently to yourself.
âHey, are you feeling okay?â She turned her phone off and tossed it to the side, her eyes trailing up and down your body.
âMhmm. Yeah, just tired, honestly,â you reassure her as you sit down next to her on the mattress.
âDo you want to take that nap now?â Hazel smiled kindly, turning her head to look at the head pillows.
You couldnât help but smile at her too. Why did she have to be so attentive? Not that you were complaining but god, you couldnât believe she was even real.
âMaybe not nap but I wanna lay with you, if thatâs okay?â Your tone was hesitant as you didnât know what you guys were going to be after this.
âLike cuddle?â Hazelâs tone was hopeful and kind.
You nod and the next thing you know, Hazel is holding you close with your legs intertwined. One of your hands was on her chest, twiddling with her necklaces while Hazelâs hands were rubbing up and down your back. In the midst of the domestic silence, you pressed gentle kisses onto her neck and she reciprocated the pecks onto your temple.
You could stay here forever.
âHey Haze?â You murmur onto her skin, watching goosebumps rise to her skin.
Hazel hummed in response.
âAre we, like, dating now?â You avoid looking her in the eye, anxiety clouding your thoughts.
âI have to take you on an actual date but yeah, I want to be.â Hazel shrugged her shoulders, acting cool about it but you could pick up by her tone that she was being genuine.
You purse your lips to hold back the giddy smile, snuggling further into her chest. Hazel cupped the side of your face, pressing her thumb underneath your jaw to tilt your head up and capture your lips into a gentle kiss.
After inhaling the pizza that Mrs. Callahan had bought for you guys, you impulsively decided to spend the night. You and Hazel lazily made out and whispered in the late of the night tangled in her sheets.
The next morning at school, you and Hazel walked in side by side. Your pinkies were just barely brushing against each other and you were wearing one of Hazelâs sweaters with your jeans from before you changed into your seduction dress.
Isabel was waiting by your locker to hear all the details as you refused to text her last night after what had happened. She was talking to Josie, smiling as she listened attentively to whatever her girlfriend was telling her about.
You look at Hazel with a soft smile as you approach Isabel and Josie.
âIgnore how they will act when she sees us together,â you warn Hazel quietly.
Hazel nods, making eye contact with Josie who was already sporting a knowing grin. You deeply inhale as you stop in front of the couple.
âMorning guys.â You politely say, sending Isabel a warning glare.
Her eyes were locked on Hazel behind you, a smile forming on her freckled face. Josie and Isabel both mutter âmorningsâ back, eyes never leaving Hazel who just stared back with a tight-lipped grin.
âSo, you two are coming to school together? How exciting.â Josie bit her lip cheekily as she rocked side to side, the smile never leaving her face.
âWell, you know, I hate polluting the air so saving the environment by just riding together,â you turn around to face Josie, tilting your head with a smile.
Isabel nodded. âRight, so how was that study session guys?â
You and Hazel locked eyes with flushed cheeks as you could still feel her lips on your body. She left a permanent mark on your psyche. Hazel looked down with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders to play it off as if it was a minor occurrence.
âActually, it was very informative. Exploring lots of new things about women,â Hazel glanced over at you then at Josie and Isabel with a confident grin.
Your eyes widened for a moment, nodding along to her words. You glance at Hazel, wanting to kick her in the shin but you just continue to add on the conversation.
âYup. Ladies learning about ladies. I love feminism.â You give them a thumbs up.
Isabelâs eyes squinted as she glanced between you and Hazel. Before she could add on another comment that would make you feel even more tense, the bell rang for your first period.
âShit, I gotta go. I forgot my first period is on the other side of the school.â Hazel rushed out, tightening and adjusting her grip on her bag.
âOh, Iâll see you later, okay?â You turn to her with a small smile.
You tried not to sound too clingy as you were already missing her presence. Hazel reciprocated the smile before leaning in to connect your lips into a soft kiss. You close your eyes and almost forget where you guys were until you heard a soft âoh my godâ that came from Josie.
âTry not to miss me too much, baby,â she mutters against your lips.
You nod, feeling like your brain was short-circuiting. When Hazel pulled away, she turned to the other pair, raising a hand to wave them bye.
âIâll see you guys.â Hazel walks away with a confident pep in her step as she rounds the corner of the hallway.
Yeah, you were done for. Thank God for Mr.Gâs class.
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To stop my massive Matt Murdock x Reader fic, The Red Thread, from devouring my Daredevil masterlist, it now has its own masterlist, which can be found here! For organizationâs sake, Iâm still leaving the fic link and summary here. All of the romance in the fics below are Matt Murdock x Reader, save for those fics where there is no romance mentioned.
đ„ = Smut // đ§ïž = Angst // đ»= fluff // âĄ= Reader Favorite // đ§ = Set in The Red Thread fic universe, though not always required reading
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â âThe Red Threadâ [AO3] (F!Reader)đ„đ§ïžđ»âĄ
It's said that every soul is connected to another by a red thread, and that these two souls are destined to meet. The thread, though it may tangle or stretch, will never break. That's not your experience, lucky or unlucky enough as you are to see the strings that bind people together. A red thread is developed and grown, not born, and you've worked hard to weed out any semblance of crimson that might cling to you. You pay your bills, you keep your head down, and you find whatever lost people or items you're hired to sniff out. Then the Devil of Hell's Kitchen tags along on a job, and your plan falls apart.Â
â "Moan For Me" [AO3] [Tumblr] (GN!reader)đ„âĄ
You wanted every last bit of him, whether his body wanted to give it or not, and heâs just as eager to share.
â "Ode to a Coatâ [AO3] [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ„
Inspired by Born Again set shots. Matt wears his new coat to Josieâs and your thoughts turn to pure sin.
â "Do I Need to Beg?â [AO3] [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ„
Inspired by Born Again's leaked trailer showing Matt with a beard. After a long trip away, you come home to Matt sporting a new beard. Fortunately, he's been missing you, too...
â âThis is a Code-Fâ [AO3] [Tumblr] (GN!Reader)đ»âĄ
Matt gets the flu, and itâs up to you to look after him. How hard could it be?
â âItâs Really... Yellow?â [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ»đ§
Foggy needs you to help him convince Matt the new red and yellow suit is terrible. Unfortunately for Foggy, you find Matt just as attractive in red and yellow.
â âA Brief Existential Crisisâ [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ»đ§
After the events of She-Hulk, Matt requires a little pep talk... and maybe some head scratches while youâre at it.
â âIâm Sending A Ravenâ [AO3] (F!Reader)đ§ïžđ§
After you're kidnapped by The Man in the White Coat, Matt and his allies are in a race against time to save you. But will he make it before all hope is lost? (Now with fanart. Click with caution, it's dark)
â âHubrisâ [AO3] [Tumblr] (Vague MM x F!Reader)đ»
Bucky Barnes and Matt Murdock are human disasters without a lick of sense. At least Sam and you are there to keep things under control.
â âIâll Be Better, I Promiseâ [Tumblr] (GN!Reader)đ§ïžâĄ
You get insecure and think Matt deserves better, so you try to leave him.
â âAppreciationâ [AO3] [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ»âĄ
You show your appreciation for Mattâs chest by planting your face in it while he teases you about it.
â âPoor Thingâ [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ„
Based on the prompt 'Somnophilia' for Tuna-Tober 2024's prompt challenge.
â âSharing is Caringâ [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ„
Based on the prompt 'Are you blushing?' and '69' for Tuna-Tober 2024's prompt challenge.
â "Memoryâ [Tumblr] (F!Reader) đ§ïžđ§
Amnesia angst in which The Red Threadâs Reader loses her memories of her romance with Matt just before she comes back from her 3 months away.
â âHauntedâ [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ§ïžđ§
A sequel to the above. You give yourself one month to see if your memories return, but Matt finds himself in a depressive spiral over the loss of what he had with you.
â "Weâre Not Keeping Himâ [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ»đ§
You bring home a kitten and Matt is resistant... at first.
â âWhat Was That?â [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ»đ§
Matt and you have to stop into a haunted house and things get spooky, at least until Mattâs catholicism saves the day.
â âThe Biggest Tree In All The Kitchenâ [AO3] [Tumblr] ( F!Reader)đ»đ§
Matt figures out you want a big Christmas tree, and the two of you attempt to drag an 18-footer into your apartment. It goes as well as expected.
â âAnd The Holly Cookies, Tooâ [AO3] [Tumblr] (F!Reader)đ»đ§
Matt is determined to be your Christmas cookie taste tester, even if it kills him.
Ficlets and Drabbles
â What If: Matt presents you with a courtship rock in front of the penguinâs zoo exhibit, and Foggy loses it. (F!Reader)đ»đ§âĄ
â What If: You and Matt develop a tradition of hiding the rock for each other to find when either of you has a bad day. (F!Reader)đ»đ§
â What If: Matt is marrying you and gets a penguin cake topper (F!Reader)đ»đ§
â How on earth did Matt get his new red and gold Daredevil suit through airport security? (F!Reader)đ»
â Matt is basically a big cat, which means you have to cup, smoosh, and kiss his face at least once. (GN!Reader)đ»âĄ
â A peaceful start to Valentines for you and Matt (F!Reader)đ»đ§
â Art-inspired drabble of you topping Matt (art included) (F!Reader)đ„
â To contrast above: Devil!Matt topping and biting you (F!Reader)đ„âĄ
â Matt Murdock and his sensitive thighs (F!Reader)đ„
â Melting Matt Murdock with some head scratches (F!Reader)đ»đ§âĄ
â Matt Murdock hearing you sing under your breath in Josieâs (F!Reader)đ»âĄ
â Ask response drabble: âWhat would Jane and Matt get each other for Christmas?â (F!Reader)đ»đ§
â Tuna-Tober 2024 prompt: flower crowns (F!Reader)đ»
â Headcanon drabble: Crying (GN!Reader)đ§ïž
â Headcanon drabble: HandsÂ
â Headcanon drabble: Romance (GN!Reader)đ»Â
â Headcanon drabble: Affection (GN!Reader)đ»
â Headcanon drabble: Scars (F!Reader)đ»
â Headcanon drabble: Sex (F!Reader)đ„
â âDo you think Mattâs skin is more or less sensitive when heâs drunk?â (GN!Reader)đ»đ„âĄ
Flufftober '21 Ficlets and Drabbles
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Winning A Teddy For The Other (F!reader)đ»
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Lazy Sunday (GN!reader)đ»âĄ
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Pillow Fight (GN!reader)đ»
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Love Notes (GN!reader)đ»
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Sleepy Kiss (GN!reader)đ»âĄ
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Silly Traditions (F!reader)đ»
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Costumes (F!reader)đ»
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Flirting At Work (F!reader)đ»âĄ
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Caught In The Rain (F!reader)đ»
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Cuddling and Snuggling (F!reader)đ»
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Up Against The Wall Kiss (F!reader)đ»âĄ
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Fall Asleep In My Lap (GN!reader)đ»âĄ
â Flufftober '21 drabble: Holiday Traditions (F!reader)đ»đ§
For other characters and prompts, see my Flufftober '21 list!
Kinktober '21 Ficlets and Drabbles
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Telepathic Sex (F!reader)đ„đ§
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Sensory Deprivation (F!reader)đ„
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Temperature Play (F!reader)đ„
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Praise Kink (F!reader)đ„
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Biting (F!reader)đ„
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Bondage (F!reader)đ„
â Kinktober '21 drabble: In Public/Stealth (F!reader)đ„
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Edging (F!reader)đ„
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Masturbation (F!reader)đ„âĄ
â Kinktober '21 drabble: Gags (F!reader)đ„
For other characters and prompts, see my Kinktober 2021 list!
Headcanons
â Headcanon: Four random headcanons for Matt Murdock and Youđ»
â Headcanon: Matt is a great cook, heâs just a little unconventional about it.đ»âĄ
â Headcanon: Does Matt Murdock like getting pegged? đ„
â Headcanon: How Matt hugs youđ»
â Ask: âThoughts on Dominant Reader with Matt?â AKA: Why Matt Murdock is a switch. đ„
â Ask: âWhat kinks do you think Matt has?â AKA: answer followed by a fic-list of ten of Matt Murdockâs kinks with you. đ„ Â
â Ask: âWhat are some other pet names Matt might use for F!Reader?âđ»
Find more Matt Murdock on my Flufftober 2021 and Kinktober 2021/2022 lists!
#matt murdock x f!reader#daredevil x f!reader#daredevil x reader#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock#daredevil#fic#fanfic#reader#reader insert#x reader
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Blushing, Crushing, and Totally F*cked! Part III
Summary: Reader finally gets totally f*cked! Final Part!!!
Part I: https://www.tumblr.com/piperlivingdeliberately/731031070307401728/blushing-crushing-and-totally-fcked?source=share
Part II: https://www.tumblr.com/piperlivingdeliberately/731124314601062400/blushing-crushing-and-totally-fcked-part-ii?source=share
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI! Awkward, giggly, wholesome sex because theyâre both cute little losers, fingering (r! receiving), tit play (both receiving), oral (r! receiving), scissoring, top!hazel, swearing, mostly just cute fluffy first time sex!
âFuck,â was all you could think to say to your reflection in the mirror as you stared at the deep purple hickey on your neck. âFuck,â you repeated, remembering that you had to be at school in less than forty minutes. âFUCK!â you shouted once more, realizing that all of your friends would also be at school, and being the nosy freaks they are, they would not be stopped until they knew who had marked you up.Â
Hazel. Oh, God, Hazel. Every time you touched the bruise, you swore you could still feel the ghost of her lips and teeth against your sensitive skin. You had fallen asleep so quickly the night before, exhausted from just a short makeout session. When you woke up, you had an internal debate about whether or not it had all been a dream. It was too good to be true, right?Â
The purple that Hazel had painted on your neck said âwrongâ.Â
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Relief flooded you when you realized that Hazel was the first of your friends to arrive to Mr. Gâs class. Her perky smile greeted you as you sat beside her.Â
âHi,â she said awkwardly, the greeting a bit late considering that she had already been staring at you for twenty seconds.Â
âHi,â you returned. Nervous laughter floated between the two of you.Â
âSo, I was thinking that you could come over tonight after school,â Hazel began, words stumbling out faster than she could properly form them. âI know itâs short notice so itâs cool if you want to go home first and get your stuff. Or itâs totally cool if you donât want to come anymore! I would totally understand and not careââÂ
âHazel,â you cut her off. âI would be happy to come over tonight. Iâll need to run back to my house to get ready, but Iâll text you when Iâm on my way. âÂ
âOh,â she exhaled, eyeing her own hands in her lap. âGreat. Perfect.âÂ
With Hazelâs eyes on her lap, you finally looked away from her. Of course, just your luck, you were met with the wide-eyed stares of Josie and PJ standing above you.Â
âHey, guys,â you said flatly, waiting patiently for PJâs flagrant comments to begin.Â
âHey to you two, as well,â Josie said formally. Her voice was almost squeaky, like a balloon trying not to let out too much air.Â
âPJ, youâre awfully quiet this morning,â you prodded. It was true. You hadnât even thought she would last a second seeing you and Hazel so blatantly ogling each other.Â
âI have nothing to say this morning,â she retorted, jaw clenched in frustration or concentration, you werenât sure. You flicked your eyes to Hazel, who had started to notice your friendsâ obvious self-restraint. She held her ringed hand up to her mouth to hide her smile.Â
âHow strange,â Hazel joined in on the game. âItâs very, very rare that you have nothing to say, isnât it PJ?âÂ
âI suppose,â PJ replied.Â
âSo you really have nothing on your mind?â you questioned her. âThereâs really not a single thing that might be on the tip of your tongue?â You watched her eyes light up like a kid on Christmas when you moved your hair to the side, deliberately exposing your hickey.Â
âOh my fucking God!â PJ pointed at your neck. âI knew it! I fucking knew it! I told you, Josie!âÂ
Josie simply stared in silent admiration, allowing her best friend to make herself look like an idiot as she jumped up and down. âYes, PJ. You did tell me. How could you ever have guessed?â Sarcasm coated her voice.Â
âSo, whoâs the top?â PJ asked, and was thankfully cut off by the beginning of Mr. Gâs lecture.Â
You were nearly able to focus entirely on class until you felt Hazelâs breath as she whispered softly against your ear. âDid I give you that?â She jutted her chin out at your bruise. You almost laughed before you realized that she was genuinely asking. You simply nodded at her, unable to contain your smile when she flushed from her forehead to her neck.Â
A sudden flash of bravery came over you as you watched her blush, so you leaned into her. âI wouldnât want anyone else in the world to give me that.â She shivered at the whisper, eyes locked on yours from the moment you had said it to the moment the bell rang. You blew her a kissâa painfully chaste gesture compared to your previous actionsâand bounded out of the room as if nothing had happened. Hazel was dumbfounded and couldnât stop staring at the door until PJ clapped her on the shoulder.Â
âGood luck with that, champ,â she taunted, prompting Hazel to finally get up from her seat. âTell us where you put the next hickey after tonight!â Hazelâs middle finger waved goodbye to PJ, because she couldnât be bothered to think about doing anything else with her hands that didnât involve you.Â
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Despite her one-track mind earlier in the day, Hazel could do nothing with her hands but hold them awkwardly behind her back as she welcomed you into her home that night.Â
âHi, Haze,â you started, sensing her nerves. âCute jammies,â you complimented the baggy blue and black flannel pajamas she wore. You framed it like a joke, but you were just trying to distract yourself from how sexy she looked in the black sports bra that scarcely covered her top half.Â
âShut up,â she laughed, clearly not sensing your thoughts. âYou, on the other hand, actually do look cute.â She grew a bit bolder and placed her hand on the small of your back, fiddling with the hem of your bunny-print PJ pants.Â
âWhy are you acting so surprised that I look cute?â you feigned offense, clutching your hand to your chest. âIs it so shocking that I could look good?âÂ
âWhat?â Hazel nearly fell over her own feet. âYou always look cute! You are quite literally the cutest, most beautiful person Iâve ever seen. I would neverââÂ
You cut off her rambling with a deep kiss. You hadnât planned on making your move so early in the evening, but something about those compliments hit a deep spot inside you. âI was just kidding, Haze,â you whispered against her mouth, punctuating the sentence with another quick press to her lips.Â
âI like it when you call me that,â she whispered back, pulling away to move a stray piece of hair out of your face. She began turning her head in all directions, taking in the foyer as if she hadnât seen it thousands of times. âHoly shit. We didnât even make it past the entryway.â You erupted into laughter, grasping her arms as you caught your breath. She took the opportunity to grab one of your hands and wordlessly led you to her room.Â
Hazel closed the door behind her, turning around to see you facing her expectantly. She didnât waste a second before grabbing your face and kissing you again, so impatient for you. Realizing she should have at least brought you to the bed first, she giggled as she gently pushed you in the right direction. She laid you down softly against her pillows before climbing on top of you.Â
Every second that she stared into your eyes, you felt the butterflies in your stomach multiply. You pulled her in by the collar of her shirt, disappointed when she only offered you a short, closed-mouth kiss. Her deep blue eyes bore into yours once again, grinning almost mischievously before she dove into your neck.Â
You moaned as her tongue flicked out against the hickey she had already created, whining when she created a friend for it on the other side of your neck. She trailed her kisses down lower until she reached the top of your camisole.Â
âCan I?â she asked, breaths already growing heavy. You only nodded, not confident in your ability to speak properly at the moment.Â
âUse your words for me,â Hazel said, her voice a low depth that you had never heard before.Â
âYes, Hazel,â you gasped. âYes.â You were grateful that she didnât taunt you for your desperation and instead just pulled your shirt down enough for her to kiss down to your nipple. She waved her tongue around the bud, circling it before taking it between her lips. The gentle sucking motions had you arching your back into her. She pressed her face into your cleavage as she made her way to your other tit. She played with the nipple that had just been in her mouth, pulling soft sounds from you as she rolled it between her fingers.Â
âYou sound so pretty, baby.â You moaned in response and began tugging your shirt over your head. Hazel jerked back in surprise. âOh, getting impatient, huh?â she teased. You would have laughed, but you were too busy trying not to shrink under her penetrating gaze as she stared at your tits. It felt like minutes before she finally looked back at your eyes, asking, âDo you even know how fucking sexy you are?â Then you did laugh, covering your face with your hands.Â
âStop it.â You blushed behind the blanket of your palms. Your quiet giggles turned into a gasp when you felt Hazel pry your hands away from you.Â
âI mean it.â You almost felt like she was scolding you. âYou are so unbelievably perfect.âÂ
âThank you.â You genuinely meant it, trying to convey your appreciation through your eyes. Feeling needy and nervous again, you distracted yourself by running your hands up and down her back. You eventually felt brave enough to begin pulling at her sports bra. She understood your silent command and removed it, her breasts hanging over your face tantalizingly.Â
She must have finally understood how you felt in your earlier position, because she laughed shyly and fell into your shoulder so that you couldnât stare.Â
âNope,â you said. âCome here, baby.â She climbed up your body further, red-faced and avoiding your gaze. She couldnât help but look at you again after you took her left nipple into your mouth.Â
âGod,â she uttered in shock, rolling her hips into yours. You whimpered against her chest, urging her to gyrate even faster. âFuck.â She pulled her tits away from your mouth, giggling at the pout that had formed on your face. âThis okay?â she asked, her finger now playing with your waistband. Your pouty lip quickly transformed into a grin while you helped Hazel remove your shorts and panties.Â
You felt yourself grow wetter with every kiss that Hazel placed on her journey down. When she finally reached the spot between your legs, she started planting kisses even lower, sucking into the plush flesh of your thighs. She looked up at you once more, silently confirming that she had your consent.Â
âPlease,â you whined, and she didnât hesitate.Â
Hazel licked a long, slow stripe from your slit to your clit, refusing to break eye contact as she watched you squirm. When she reached your most sensitive spot, she clamped her lips around it, flicking her tongue out to tease your clit. She reveled in your moans that grew louder with every lick. Every minute that passed, the coil in your stomach tightened more and more. You gasped out praises and shouts of her name when she began fucking you with her tongue.Â
You almost dragged her back down by her hair when she emerged from between your thighs, grinning face covered in slick and spit. She hovered over you once more, but this time her finger danced around your entrance.Â
âLet me know if itâs too much, okay?â she asked.Â
âMmhmm,â you sighed, pushing your hips downward to try to meet her in the middle. At the same time that she smashed her mouth against yours, she slipped one finger into your soaking pussy, gasping against your lips.Â
âFuck,â she groaned. âYouâre so wet for me, baby.â She sat back a bit to watch her fingers as they disappeared inside of you. She was only released from the trance when you pulled her in by the back of her neck and forced your tongue into her mouth.Â
The kiss was messy and sticky and tasted overwhelmingly of your own juices. You didnât care about being reserved or self-conscious about your kissing skills when Hazelâs fingers were so perfectly curling into that spongy spot that made your back arch. You moved your hands from her hair to scratch red streaks down her back with her nails, only stopping when her guttural moan made you realize something.Â
She had been grinding against the mattress searching for her own pleasure this whole time.Â
âHazel,â you called to her between kisses. She pressed her forehead to yours and waited for your request. âI want you.âÂ
âYou already have me, beautiful.â She kissed your cheek softly. âIâm all yours.âÂ
âI want you on me, Haze.â Your pleads finally made sense to her and she began frantically undressing her lower half. She was completely naked on top of you in seconds. The skin-to-skin contact had you reeling for her. She hooked her right leg over your left, tentatively floating above you. Making sure she had your attention, she grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to meet her eyes as she sank herself onto you.Â
You moaned in unison as she began grinding her wetness onto yours. You rose slightly, using her thigh to give you leverage to pull yourself against her. It took you a moment to find your rhythm with each other, but once you did, sounds of pleasure bounced around the room.Â
That familiar feeling began to reach you again, and Hazel could tell from the way your moans transformed into whimpers and quiet whines of her name.Â
âYouâre doing so good, pretty girl,â she cooed as she stroked your breast. âSo good for me.âÂ
âHolyâ Haze, fuck!â You were so thankful that her mother was away, since you were shamelessly yelling at this point. âIâm so close, babe.âÂ
âYou can do it, sweetheart,â she urged you on, speeding up her hips as she neared her own end. âCum with me.â Not a minute passed before you were heeding Hazelâs gentle command, moans cut off by the waves of pleasure that coursed through you. Hazel brushed your hair out of your face, uttering praises and giving you a break before she continued to use your slick to ride out her own orgasm. The overstimulation didnât last long, for Hazel had been close to finishing just from hearing you moan her name.Â
Her hips stuttered on top of yours until she collapsed back onto the bed. Her body was folded in half, her legs outstretched awkwardly.Â
âComfy, Haze?â you joked, laughing as she shook her head and repositioned herself beside you.Â
âOh, my god.â She stared at the ceiling, then at you with wide eyes. âI just fucked you.âÂ
âThat you did.â You giggled at her disbelief as you kissed her cheek. âAnd you did it very well.âÂ
The praise made her blush. She buried her glistening face in your neck, wrapping her arms around your still naked torso.Â
âSo,â she began, still hiding her face due to nerves. âAre you my girlfriend now?âÂ
âI better be after that,â you said. You laughed together for a minute before urging her to look at you. âI would love to be your girlfriend, Hazel Callahan.âÂ
And so you were.Â
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the legacies ladies having a crush on you would include
elizabeth "lizzie" saltzman
âą lizzie is bold and confident in showing her interest, not shying away from flirting or expressing her feelings for you directly.
âą sheâd pay close attention to your likes and dislikes, trying to impress you by incorporating those details into conversations or gestures.
âą lizzie shows immense support for your goals and achievements, but with a competitive edge, trying to match or outdo you in activities or achievements.
âą she would use humor and playful banter as a way to flirt, blending her sharp wit with genuine affection.
âą lizzie will get jealous if she sees you with someone else, reflecting her strong feelings and her desire for your attention.
"hi y/n!" lizzie's voice rang out as she approached you and the new student. her smile was sweet, but her eyes were anything but.
"hi, lizzie!" you greeted, feigning obliviousness. "i was just showing this person around. theyâre new."
"yeah," the new student added, "theyâve been really helpful."
lizzieâs smile tightened. "well, y/n is quite busy. maybe i should take over."
you raised an eyebrow. "it's my job as a tour guide to show new students around. are you jealous, lizzie?"
lizzieâs eyes narrowed. "and what if i am?"
you smirked, turning towards the new student. "do you want to see my favorite part of the school?"
lizzie glanced at you, then back at the new student. "actually, i know a lot about the school too. i can show you some hidden spots."
you smiled, feeling a thrill of anticipation. "great! lead the way, lizzie."
the new student asked you another question, pulling you away slightly. lizzie watched you, her frustration and longing clear. she knew this game had been going on for months, and the fear of making a move was holding you both back.
but maybe, just maybe, your subtle push was what she needed. lizzie squared her shoulders, determined to finally make her feelings known.
hope mikaelson
âą she 100% has thousands of sketches of you in her sketchbook that are all drawn from memory.
âą she tries to be around you more, engage in playful banter, or tease you in a friendly way.
âą hope would show a heightened sense of protectiveness towards you.
âą she shares her personal thoughts and vulnerabilities with you, letting you into her world in a way she doesnât with anyone else.
âą hope goes out of her way to do thoughtful things for you, whether itâs helping you with a problem or just being there when you need support.
you were walking down the hallway, lost in thought, when you collided with the resident tribrid. her sketchbook fell to the floor, and pages scattered everywhere. as you bent down to help gather them, you caught sight of some sketches that made your heart skip a beat. there were various sketches of your face and eyes, captured with impressive detail.
"is this⊠me?" you asked, eyes wide with surprise.
hopeâs cheeks turned pink as she nodded, her voice almost a whisper. "yeah. i had to mix five different colors to get the right shade for your eyes."
blushing, you looked at her with a mix of curiosity and flattery. "thatâs really cool. whatâs this for?"
"itâs for my art class," hope replied quickly, her eyes avoiding yours. "i needed a subject."
you smiled, feeling a warm glow at being chosen. "iâm honored that you picked me."
hopeâs gaze softened, and she said, almost too softly for you to hear, "why wouldnât i? youâre beautiful."
your heart skipped a beat at her words, and you thanked her as you handed her back the sketchbook. just then, the bell rang.
"we should get to class," you said, your voice a bit shaky from the unexpected compliment.
then, with a playful grin, you add, "but seriously, hope, i'll be your muse any day. let me know if you ever need me to model for you."
hope rolled her eyes at you as her blush deepened further. she gives you a shy smile as you walk together to your next class.
josette "josie" saltzman
âą josie gets extremely flustered and shy around you, showing signs of nervousness when sheâs trying to act natural.
âą she would do little things to show she cares, like remembering your favorite things or surprising you with thoughtful gifts or gestures.
âą josie seeks out any opportunity to spend time with you, whether itâs through group activities or one-on-one moments.
âą she gives you compliments that are more personal and meaningful, rather than just casual remarks.
âą josie is very supportive of you, offering help or encouragement whenever you need it and being a good listener.
josie sat nervously at a library table, her textbook open but her focus elsewhere. she glanced at the door every few moments, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.
she looked up when she heard the library door creak open for what felt like the hundredth time, and you walked in, smiling warmly as you spotted her.
"hi, josie," you greeted, walking over to her.
josieâs nerves spiked as she managed a shy wave. "hi y/n."
"ready to dive into this?" you asked, taking a seat next to her.
josie nodded vigorously, though she was clearly flustered. "yeah, definitely."
as you both started discussing the exam material, josie found it difficult to focus. every time you looked at her or brushed against her hand, her heart raced and her face turned bright red.
you smiled at her, making josieâs heart flutter even more. "this section is tricky, huh?" you said, completely engrossed in the study session.
josie tried to follow along, but her nerves were almost overwhelming. despite her anxiety, she was thrilled to be spending time with you.
by the end of the session, josie managed a shy smile. "thanks for studying with me," she said softly.
you returned the smile, and josieâs heart skipped a beat. "anytime. see you around?"
josie nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "yeah. see you soon."
as you left, josie couldnât help but smile, her nervousness giving way to a hopeful excitement.
penelope park
âą penelope shows a genuine interest in your life, asking questions and remembering the details you share.
âą she would be there for you, offering help or advice whenever you need it, and cheering you on in your endeavors.
âą she uses light teasing and jokes as a way to interact with you, showing her affection in a fun, playful manner.
âą she drops hints and make flirtatious comments, but she would never express her feelings directly because deep down, sheâs afraid that you donât feel the same way.
âą if her feelings are strong, she gets a bit nervous and flustered around you, especially in more personal or intimate moments.
you were busy hanging a string of lights when penelope breezed over, a playful smirk on her lips. "careful with those," she teased, her eyes twinkling. "we wouldnât want you to make this place look like a christmas disaster."
you glanced up at her, feigning concern. "oh, iâm sure iâll manage. unless, of course, someone were to help me."
penelope raised an eyebrow, her cheeks warming slightly. "and what makes you think iâd be interested in helping?"
you took a step closer, lowering your voice. "well, if you help me out, maybe iâll be convinced that youâre not just here to flirt with everyone."
penelopeâs eyes widened just a fraction as she inched closer, clearly intrigued. âand what if i do help you?"
you smiled, leaning in so close that your voices mingled. "then iâll get to see if your charm is as effective up close as it is from afar."
before she could reply, lizzieâs voice rang out from across the gym. "hey, can you two get back to work? weâre on a tight schedule here!"
penelopeâs blush deepened as she abruptly turned away, focusing intently on the decorations. you watched her with a smirk, the brief moment of connection now interrupted but definitely memorable.
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hiii i was wondering if i could request a hazel x reader fic where isabel hosts a party and the fight club all play seven minutes in heaven and reader gets paired with hazel and things get a lil hot n heavy
omg yes yes i love this sm !! tysm for your request anon <3 !!
â warnings: heavy make out session, nothing too spicy [MINORS DNI]
â a/n: i am now officially writing for Hazel đ«¶đ»
âwhat are we? TWELVE?â Josie shouted, as PJ just suggested you all try to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.
Isabel had thrown a party only days after the fight on the field, and everyone in the fight club was invited. you took a seat next to Brittany, but also directly across from Hazel.
from your observation, she looked nervous, like she didnât want to be here. you guessed that parties like this werenât her thing, and they werenât yours either.
she looked over at you, your eyes meeting. but you immediately broke your eyes away from hers, putting your attention back on PJ.
âoh câmon! donât be like that, itâll be fun!â PJ argued back, âwe have enough people! pleaseee!â
âokay! fine! letâs play it.â Josie finally gave in, sitting down next to Isabel. you chuckled at the small bicker, shaking your head slightly.
Isabel placed an empty beer bottle in the center of the circle. âso whichever two people it lands on, they have to go inside that bedroom,â she pointed to a bedroom behind Hazel, âand spend seven minutes inside of there. and donât be fucking lame and sit in silence.â
you took a deep breath and crossed your legs, leaning your arms on your knees and holding your head up on the back of your hands. Isabel spun the bottle, and it rotated around everyone, and then slowed down, eventually landing on⊠Hazel.
Hazel stared at the bottle with a blank expression while everyone started to cheer. meanwhile, your heart has dropped. the thought of Hazel being with someone else in there hurt just a tiny bit.
âHazel! you will be going withâŠâ Isabel trailed off as she spun the bottle once more. it felt like an eternity, just watching the bottle spin and spin. you blinked, and suddenly the bottle was on you. âY/N!â
cheering erupted from the girls once more. you looked up at Hazel, who was blushing profusely. your heart rate sped up, and then Isabel was pulling you up by the hand, pushing you towards Hazel.
âyou have seven minutes! no more, no less! and do something good!â she shouted as she pushed the two of you inside the bedroom. she closed and locked the door.
the two of you stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do or say. you swore Hazel mightâve been able hear your heartbeat from how hard it was beating.
âone of us needs to say something.â Hazel pleaded in a whisper. âwhat am i supposed to say in this situation?â you responded back.
there was a moment of silence before Hazel spoke up again, âiâve⊠noticed the way youâve looked at me before.â you looked away from her when she said that, now looking down at the ground.
Hazel sighed and walked closer to you. she grabbed your face in her hands, forcing you to look her in the eyes again. she pulled you closer, and then your lips met.
it took you a moment to process what was happening, but then you grabbed her waist and kissed back. her lips felt so good on yours, it didnât even feel real in that moment.
Hazel gently pushed you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back on it. she crawled on top of you, keeping you locked in underneath her. your lips reconnected in a messy and needy kiss.
you had spent months fantasizing about this very moment, you underneath Hazel while she kissed you with all she had. your bodies tangled with each other, your hands wandering over her body, just wanting to take in every little bit of Hazel.
she kissed you feverishly, barely breaking apart from your lips to breathe. Hazel didnât want to lose a second of any minute she would spend in here with you, not knowing if this would be the only time she would ever get to have you like this.
Hazel eventually broke away from you, but only to connect her lips to your neck. the shy, quiet version of Hazel you were so used to seeing had vanished, leaving you quite taken aback at how she was acting right now. you gasped as her lips softly sucked on the skin of your neck.
âHaze,â you whimpered, and she pulled away to look you in the eyes. you tangled your fingers through her hair and pushed her back down onto your lips.
you didnât want this moment to end. anything to keep kissing Hazel like this, you would do it. she was so addicting, you still couldnât believe this moment was actually happening.
Hazelâs hands slid under your shirt, and you shivered at how cold they were. she squeezed the skin of your hips, softly kneading the skin. you sighed into her lips, keeping your fingers locked in her hair.
the door suddenly swung open, not giving Hazel any time to pull away from you. all you heard was a screaming cheer in PJâs voice. âshit, they were actually about to fuck.â Josie exclaimed from beside her.
Hazel crawled off of you and you both stood awkwardly next to each other, despite what just happened not even thirty seconds ago. âyour time is up, girls.â Isabel smirked, âbut it seemed like you two lost track of time, hm?â
her face turned a bright red while yours burned, and you two were suddenly avoiding eye contact once more. you walked out of the room and she followed seconds later. you leaned against the wall while she stood next to you still.
âiâve been wanting to do that. for a while now.â Hazel admitted out of nowhere. you looked over at her, smiling slightly. âme too.â
she walked closer to you, now leaning on the wall with you. âyou know,â you spoke again, and swallowed a knot in your throat. âwe could always⊠ditch this party and go to my place.â
Hazel stared at you for a moment, before taking your hand in hers and dragging you to the front door, not even bothering to let the girls know that you were leaving.
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Her Pretty Girl
pairings: hazel callahan x reader
warnings: insults, stupid Jeff, bad writing
summary: Hazelâs girlfriend calls her Pretty Girl every time.
It was the day after the game, and the fight club planned a celebratory meeting for saving the day. As the girls filed in, Hazel and her girlfriend walked in hand and hand. As everyone got seated, Josie spoke up.
âWell, that was some pretty fucked up shit.â The girls nodded at the statement. They had killed, after headcount, all of the football players. Collectively, they had decided to never mention that part.
âFuck yeah, we slayed those players,â Sylvie yelled aggressively. The girls laughed and nodded, high-fiving each other.
âYo whereâs the snacks,â PJ asked confused. A gasp came from Hazelâs side, their heads turned towards the sounds.
âI am so sorry, I left it in my last class,â Y/N apologized. âIâll go grab it.â She stood up, hand leaving Hazels.
âDo you want me to go,â Hazel asked sweetly. Shaking her head, Y/N smiled in appreciation.
âThank you, but Iâve got it pretty girl, love yaâ Y/N said, leaving a small kiss on her cheek before leaving the gym. As Hazelâs eyes followed Y/Nâs leaving figure, she heard a snicker come from PJ.
âGosh, what kind of nickname was that,â PJ asked rudely. Holding back an eye roll, Hazel turned to PJ before answering.
âThe nickname a lover gives. I know you wouldnât know, so Iâm glad I could clear it up for you,â Hazel said with a smirk. The girls laughed as PJ blushed in embarrassment. If Hazel was being honest with herself, she was still upset with PJ. Yes, she had said she forgiven her, but she had just wanted to get it over with. Originally, Hazel had felt guilty, but Y/N had told her that she had no reason to be, going on about how PJ was a âstupid bitchâ.
âNo, but really,â PJ interrupted Hazelâs thoughts. âWhy in the hell does she call you that?â All the girls turned to Hazel, ready for the story. Hazel opened her mouth to speak before she paused. When had Y/N start calling her pretty girl? Blinking, Hazel thought about when it had started.
âWell,â Hazel started. âFor as long as I can remember knowing her, sheâs always called me pretty girl.â They had gotten together during summer, their first âofficial dateâ had been the festival, the day before school. âShe always called me hun, like she does to everyone she cares.â The girls nodded in agreement. Everyone who was everyone knew that when talking with people she cared about, she always called them by their name, and hun. âSometimes she called me sweets,â Hazel added. Huh, Y/N really did call her by lots of pet names.
âBut we wanna know why she calls you pretty girl,â Annie said impatiently.
âYeah, come on,â Isabel agreed, holding Josieâs hand. Hazel rolled her eyes playfully at the impatience from the group.
âSeriously, I donât remember-â Hazel stopped mid sentence.
âWhat,â Brittany asked. Hazel did remember.
âIt was the beginning of freshman year..â
It was a normal day. As usual, Jeff was being a dick and pushing Hazel around. Hazel kept her head down, if she kept her mouth shut, the bullying would be over faster. Everyone usually ignored Jeffâs bullying, hoping to stay out of his trail of fear. Not Y/N though.
âYour so ugly,â Jeff said with cruelty. Hazel winced subtly. That definitely did not help with her self esteem.
âYou shut your mouth,â a voice said, stepping in front of Hazel. The person put themself in between her and Jeff. It was her darling Y/N. Well, not her Y/N, at least not at the time, but Hazel still liked her. âShe is the prettiest, gorgeous, most stunning girl in school, hell, in the whole freaking world!â From what Hazel could see from behind, she could hear and see her fuming.
âUgh,â Jeff whined. âNo fun, this is too much work.â Jeff snapped for his goonies to follow him out, not wanting to do extra work. As he left, Y/N turned to Hazel with concern.
âHey, are you ok,â she asked softly. No one had every spoken so kindly to Hazel, and it didnât help the fact that she was gorgeous.
âI-Iâm ok,â Hazel stuttered back, avoiding eye contact. Suddenly two hands grabbed her face and brought it near Y/Nâs face. Too close. Hazel couldnât help the blush coming onto her face.
âHe is wrong, Haze. You are not ugly,â Y/N said firmly. Haze laughed sarcastically, looking away from Y/N.
âItâs ok, I know Iâm not the prettiest,â Hazel tried to play off, but Y/N would not hear anymore of that. Y/N held Hazelâs face firmer, forcing Hazel to look at her.
âListen here, Hazel Callahan. You are the most stunning, gorgeous, most dazzling girl Iâve ever met. You, are a very pretty girl.â Y/N was fully prepared to continue to rant, but she noticed tears in Hazelâs eyes. âHaze,â she said softly, wiping away her tears. âI will tell you every day, of what a pretty girl you are until you believe me. And Iâll continue to tell you, even after that.â Hazel couldnât stop a few tears slip past her eyes.
âDo you really mean that,â Hazel asked softly. Nodding, Y/N pulled the crying girl into a hug.
âOf course, pretty girl.â That was the day Hazel realized that she loved Y/N. She wanted to be girlfriends.
âAnd since then, sheâs been calling me pretty girl,â Hazel said, wiping her eyes. Some tears had slipped while recalling the beautiful moment. She had never taken Jeffâs words to heart, but hearing Y/N fighting for her to know she was pretty? It meant the world to her. A loud sob broke the silence causing Hazel to snap out of her thoughts. The group was crying, moved by her darling Y/N.
âThat was too fucking cute,â Sylvie cried. Hazel nodded, a loving smile on her face.
âIâm not gay, but I would date her if she was single,â Brittany added. The gym doors opened to show the center of attention herself, Y/N.
âHey, I brought all the snacks,â Y/N said, motioning to the wagon full of snacks she was wheeling. The girls gave a collective âaweâ, leaving a confused look on the girlâs face. Hazel walked towards Y/N to help bring the snacks. âThank you, pretty girl,â Y/N smiled sweetly. The girls screamed at the reference, leaving a confused look on Y/Nâs face. Hazel couldnât help it, she grabbed her girlfriend and kissed her, getting kissed back with vigor. When Hazel pulled back, Y/N gave a dazed look of love. âWhat was that for, pretty girl?â
âNothing, just wanted to kiss you,â Hazel said nonchalantly. Blushing, Y/N looked away and started unpacking the snacks. As Hazel stared at her girlfriend while PJ walked up to her.
âYouâre really whipped, huh,â PJ elbowed Hazel knowingly. Hazel hummed in agreement. She was head over heals for Y/N. âYouâre her pretty girl, arenât ya?â
Yes. Hazel was her pretty girl.
A/N: I actually liked this one a lot. Hope you all liked this one! If you have any requests, please send them :)
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Hazel Callahan x reader
You stare across the field, looking up into the bleachers where Hazel sat, legs sprawled out. She was in the middle of a conversation with Pj and Josie, and even though she wasnât doing anything particularly special, you couldnât help but gush at how endearing she looked.
You were so in love with her, it was nauseating.
Youâre brought back to focus, when you suddenly feel eyes on you, realizing youâve been staring at Hazel this whole time. Sheâs staring right back at you now, and you canât help but smile. A blush coats your cheeks, as you raise a hand up and send her a small wave.
âWho are you looking at?â Pj asks Hazel, before turning to the field, where she sees you with the rest of the cheerleaders. âYeah, thatâs never gonna happen Hazel.â
âJust like you and Brittany are never gonna happen?â Hazel retorts back while rolling her pretty blue eyes.
Hazel already thought you were way out of her league, no matter how confident she was with herself, she still didnât believe she was good enough for you. You were the sun in her sky and you didnât even know it.
âHoly shit! Wait- you have to talk to her.â Pj exclaims to Hazel, waving her hands frantically. âI talk to her all the time, Pj. Weâre friends.â
âNo, talk to her about joining the fight club. Then we can convince her to bring Brittany and Isabel, teach them to defend themselves, and next thing you know weâre making out with cheerleaders.â She pauses looking between Hazel and Josie for any sign of support.
âHave you ever thought that, i donât know, maybe some people want more than sex? I actually have feelings for Isabel, and whether Hazel wants to admit it, she has actual feelings for Y/n.â Hazel looks over at Josie with a glare, knowing she was right about not wanting to admit her feelings. Because she knew if she did, there was a big chance of being rejected.
âBlah blah blah, youâre in love. Whatever. Come on Hazel, weâre like kind of your only friends. Do this for us?â
Hazel sat in silence for a moment, looking between you and Pj. She knew there was a big chance of this plan failing, and she would end up looking like an even bigger loser than she already was. But she also just really wanted any excuse to be close to you.
âFine. Iâll do it!â
ââ
âY/n, hey! Wait up.â When you hear your name being called from down the hallway, you immediately turn, meeting eyes with Hazel. âHi Hazel.â You can feel the blush creep up onto your cheeks, as you send her a shy smile. For a moment, all Hazel can do is stare with her mouth slightly agape. Oh wow, she is too cute. Hazel thought to herself, before clearing her throat.
âSo, uh, me, Pj, and Josie were talking and have decided to start a fight club.â Her words were a bit rushed and she could tell by the slight tilt of your head and arched brow, you were completely confused. âItâs really more of a way to help with the lack of female solidarity here at school. Teach girls how to defend themselves better.â
âOh! That sounds really cool Hazel.â âWould you wanna maybe join? Maybe you could get some of your friends to join too!â You smile at that and nod your head yes. âIâd love to! Iâll bring Britt and Isabel too, theyâd totally be into it.â
âCool, so if you want, I could meet you at your locker and we could walk to the gym together?â
âYeah, that would be really nice.â You back away slowly, before turning to head to your next class. If you would have looked back, you would have seen the lovesick smile Hazel wore.
ââ
Since then, you and Hazel have grown a lot closer. Not really sure what to call your situation though. Neither of you have made the move and asked the other out officially, but you definitely werenât just friends. I mean, you donât sit on the laps of your other friends any time youâre together. Or find yourself making out with them, when alone.
Point is, you were definitely in love with each other, just too scared to admit it.
And now, as you sit beside Hazel, her hand placed on your thigh, surrounded by the other girls. You canât help but be even more scared that, with the news of the club ending, so would the relationship youâve built with Hazel.
âWhy do you look so sad, sweetheart?â You look up at Hazel when she breaks you from your worrying thoughts.
âI just donât want this to end.â
âIâm sure everyone will still hangout. Just because the club is ending doesnât mean we have to ignore each other.â Hazels words donât do much reassuring for you.
âHaze, thatâs not what I meant. I donât want to lose y-â You were so close to admitting it, but Pj as usual had to ruin it.
âGuys! Stop jumping to conclusions with the goodbyes.â You couldnât help but to roll your eyes at her. âPj, donât be sad itâs over, be happy it happened.â Annie tries to be optimistic, but Pj isnât having it. âAlright, can we just all calm the fuck down, please? The club isnât even over yet.â
âNo matter what this club has brought me so much. I feel so much more powerful, and, um, protected.â âMe too.â Josie agrees with Isabel, sending her a reassuring smile.
âGreat.â Pj huffs out, and you watch Hazel stand up, not really sure whatâs happening. âOh my god, Pj! Iâm sorry you didnât really get what you wanted out of this club, but I think most of us did.â Your eyes slightly widen at the raise of Hazels voice, never hearing her this upset.
âGood for fucking you Hazel. Iâm glad you finally wrote one fucking email. Accomplished a lot.â âI did, actually. I practically ran this club for you and Josie.â And that was true.
Hazel dedicated almost all of her free time to this club. A club that meant more to her than it did to Pj. âOkay, letâs calm down, maybe.â
âYou really think that youâre the reason we have this club?â
âThe reason? No, but I can tell everyone that if you want.â Hazel looks around at everyone, then back to Pj.
What exactly did she mean by that?
âYouâre so ungrateful, Hazel. Youâre lucky we even let you be a part of this club.â âPj, youâre a liar.â At that you stand up and grab Hazels hand. âHey, why donât you take a walk? Try to calm down a little, clear your head.â
âYeah well, you canât even get the girl youâve been dreaming of fucking to actually fuck you, so.â You immediately look up at Hazel, hearing the harsh admittance. âLeave her out of this Pj.â
âWhy? Donât want her realizing how much of a loser you truly are? You donât even have any friends.â And that just made your blood boil, Hazel had so many friends.
You watch as Hazel grabs her bag and storms down the stairs and then out the gym. âSheâs so fucking drama-â Pjs words are cut off by your fist connecting to her nose. Sending the girl to her back on the floor. âTalk to her like that again, and itâs gonna be a lot worse next time.â You turn on your heel after that and march out in search of Hazel.
You soon find her looking out at the football field from the top of the bleachers, tears slowly streaming down her face. âHey, want some company?â You ask softly. She sadly smiles at you and reaches out for your hand, before pulling you down into her lap. Her chin rests on your shoulder, and you can feel her relax a little.
Itâs quiet for a little bit. Sounds of the wind blowing breaking it every now and then, but for the most part quiet. Until Hazel breaks it.
âI love you.â It was so softly spoken, you almost missed it. Almost.
âI love you too, Hazel.â You kiss her cheek and watch as she looks at you with confusion on her pretty face. âWait, what?â
And you laugh. You laugh because how could she not know you felt the same way. She was the moon in your night, always shining bright no matter how dark it was outside.
âIs it so hard to believe that I love you back?â
âKinda.â She shrugs her shoulders, a shy smile on her face.
âHazel, Iâve liked you for the longest time. Way before the club started. I thought I was so obvious.â
âI just thought you were super nice all the time.â You both laugh at this. You were two idiots in love with each other and didnât even know it. âSo, does this mean I can call you my girlfriend?â She asks you hopefully. âOnly if I can call you mine.â Hazel looks at you for a few seconds before taking your chin and pulling you closer.
âDeal.â She mumbles against your lips.
When you pull away, you sit in silence just trying to catch your breath. Finally at peace with your worried thoughts from earlier in the gym.
âOh shit!â Your sudden outburst scares Hazel. âWhat baby?â
âI totally broke Pjs nose before chasing after you.â Your now girlfriend stares at you with wide eyes, before bursting into a fit of giggles, causing you to start laughing too.
âShe deserved it.â
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day 8, almost getting caught
cullen rutherford x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, creampie, unprotected sex, war room sex, semi-public sex kinktober â ïžïž main masterlist â ïžïž read on ao3
You knew it was reckless, but that didnât stop you for a second. You hardly had enough time to say âgood morningâ before Cullen was off to his duties and you were off to yours. You couldnât wait any longer.
The moment Leliana and Josephine left the war room you were rounding the table and pulling him into a heated kiss. He paid no mind to the markers you swiped off the map to make room for the two of you, heâd already memorized their locations during the meetings.Â
You exchanged heated kisses as clumsy fingers moved to detach the armor and bits of cloth that dared to come between you.Â
How you got into this position, back pressed against the hardwood of the table and him moaning above you, was a blur in your lust-filled mind. All you could focus on was how deliciously Cullen was stretching you and how much you needed more, more, more.Â
You pulled him closer to you, raking your nails across the broad expanse of his back. You felt his muscles ripple under your touch, and you pressed your fingertips against the now-flushed skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to rut deeper inside you, causing you both to let out whines of pleasure.
âInquisitor,â he groaned against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you, encompassing the whole of your body with his.Â
Voices sounding outside the heavy wooden doors of the war room caused you to tense against Cullen and him to stifle a groan against your shoulder.Â
âJosie, Iâm sure you didnât forget it,â Lelianaâs voice was muffled behind the doors, but youâd recognize it anywhere.Â
âI must be sure, Leliana. Itâs my favorite quill; Iâll just be a moment,â came Josephineâs muffled response. Cullen froze above you, both of you straining to hear the conversation just outside the doors.Â
âI think I saw it in the rookery when you walked up with me, maybe we should start there? Iâm sure the Inquisitor and Commander are still discussing important matters.â Lelianaâs voice rose at the last part of her bid to lead Josephine away, and you flushed. Nothing could get past your spymaster.Â
It was quiet for a moment, and Cullen slowly picked up where he left off, thrusting deeply inside you. The gasp that escaped you when Cullen hit the particular spot that had your back arching against the hardwood was stifled by his lips against yours.Â
The thought of getting caught sent a jolt through your body, and you clenched against him. His pace quickened, and you could tell he thought the same.
âVery well, we can check there first,â Josephine replied and the footsteps receded.Â
Cullen cupped your face with one hand and, as his thrusts became sloppier, he kissed you. He pulled away after a moment, just enough to look you in your eyes as he fucked you. With one final snap of his hips, you were coming undone and his name tumbled past your lips.Â
He was soon to follow you off the precipice and he shuddered against you as his hips stilled within you. He pushed the hair out of your face and his gaze softened as he looked down at you.Â
He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, then to your nose, and finally to your lips. âI missed you, my love,â he whispered against you.Â
âPerhaps we should move this to my chambers before Leliana and Josephine come back,â you suggested, a small grin gracing your features.Â
A blush spread across Cullenâs face, but he nodded and helped you dress. He was quick to put the markers back into their correct spots and drag you out of the war room to continue your reunion elsewhere.
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ooh for hazel maybe a fic where hazel is fully oblivious to the fact that reader likes her and misses their very obvious flirting until someone makes a joke about the two of them
idk i feel like thatâs something she would do lmao
Oh for sure, she is definitely very oblivious when it comes to someone flirting with her
Tags: Fem!Reader, Hazel is so oblivious, swearing, a smidge of angst and insecure!reader, use of y/n, slightly suggestive at the end but it's no big deal honestly, lightly proof read, girls kissing (giggling and kicking my feet)
"Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way" - Hazel Callahan x Reader
âMaybe we could go hang out at your place? You could help me study for Mr.Gâs finalâ You say, lightly grazing your fingertips on Hazelâs arm while batting your eyelashes up at her.
âDidnât he literally give us the test answers as a study guide?â Hazel says, oblivious to your flirtation as always.
This was the billionth time it feels like that Hazel has shut you down, and honestly, youâre sick of it.
You decide to try a different tactic, gently grabbing her hand and admiring her rings, âI just love your ringsâ you rub your thumb across them and let your other hand rest on her thigh.
âThanks! Most of them were gifts from friends, and this one was from a cool thrift shop downtownâ Hazel rambles on while you sigh as she continues to ignore your obvious attempts at flirting with her.
You genuinely thought all hope was lostâŠuntil you heard PJ shout from across the gym.
âJesus! Get a room you two, have some decency for the rest of us and go fuck in the janitorâs closet!â the girl shouts and your face heats up as a deep blush settles over your cheeks
Hazel scoffs, âWhat? Weâre just friends PJ, donât be a loserâ she says while laughing nervously.
It took all of your willpower not to crumble right then and there.
Youâve had enough of this, you werenât going to put in all this effort for someone who just sees you as a friend. Sniffling as tears start to form in your eyes from embarrassment, you quickly excuse yourself and practically run out of the gymnasium.
Your feet carry you to an abandoned classroom, where you let yourself finally let out the sobs you were holding in. Of course Hazel didnât feel the same, why would she? She was amazing in every way and you were just some loser.
Youâre so consumed in your thoughts that you donât hear the door crack open and Hazel slowly walk inside.
âY/n? Are you alright?â she says in a near whisper, but it still makes you jump and quickly look up at Hazel while wiping your tears.
âHazel, what are you doing here? The club meeting is about to start, you know how PJ is with people being lateâ you try to speak in a confident voice, but it comes out shaky and thick from the lump of emotions in your throat and you look away from her so she canât see your tears.
Hazel shakes her head and sits down beside you, âYouâre more important than a stupid meetingâ she says softly, âJosie told me about your feelings for meâ
You groan at her words and put your head on your knees, looking back at her with a sniffle, âIâm so sorry Hazel, I get it if you donât feel the same way and I wonât blame you-â your words are cut off by Hazel grabbing your face and hurriedly pressing her lips to yours in a bruising kiss.
You shriek in surprise at first, but quickly kiss back, shuddering as you feel her tongue enter your mouth.
Hazel pulls you onto her lap, your fingers threading into her soft hair as her hands rest on your hips. You both pull away after a moment, pupils blown, breaths heavy as the both of you just stare at each other for a moment.
Hazel is the first to speak up, âIâve actually wanted to do that since the first time I saw youâ she says breathlessly while moving a hand up to cradle your jaw and gently stroke your face with her thumb, âYou are so beautiful y/n, I would be lucky to be able to call you mineâ she says with a smile that makes your heart melt
âAnd Iâm sorry for being such an idiotâ she quickly adds which makes you laugh
You kiss her softly, pulling away just enough so your foreheads touch and you can just live in this tiny moment the both of you have created.
âAs long as I can call you my idiot, then thatâs all that mattersâ you say before the both of you dissolve into giggles.
an - meant to post more today, but got hit with a wicked migraine, so I hoped you enjoyed. Go drink water you girl kissers.
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Respectfully... was so drunk yesterday and can't stop thinking about getting drunk at Josie's with Matt.
Like, me personally, after a few drinks i'm like a feral koala bear. need to cling onto everyone.
imagine getting a few drinks and being all giggly and cuddly on Matt, laying on his shoulder at the table, hugging him from the side or behind while he stands by the pool table with Karen and Foggy. and He's so wrapped up in his conversation, but no matter what, the second he feels your arms around him he'll wrap an arm around you and rub your back. maybe if you're in front of him he'll kiss your forehead to and mutter like a "You doing okay honey?" just to check and see how drunk you were feeling. and if you're anything like me your answer would be, "i'm so incredibly horny right now. i wanna ride your face." you'd mumble as you buried your face against him. He'd chuckle and rub your back, "You promise?" He'd ask while chuckling.
He always makes sure you bring a water bottle with you to the bar just to ensure that you have some water before you two go home (bc Josie's water is undrinkable). As you get close to finishing your water Matt slides his arm around your waist and leans over to your ear. "Be a good girl and finish that water for me, sweetheart." He muttered and gently tipped back the bottom of the water, causing you to blush as you finished the water.
Matt would walk you home carefully, holding onto you, more for your safety than his own. You'd be happily clinging onto him and continuing to make the horniest threats you could think of. "I wanna suck the soul out of you" "i'll be the best damn reverse cowgirl in the wild west!" "i just want you to pin me down and smother me with your whole body weight while you pound me into the mattress" And yet Matt knew that the second you hit that mattress that you'd be asleep. it happened every single time. and when it was inevitably true, he helped take off your clothes and even attempted to remove your makeup for you as you slept on the bed.
The next morning he'd wake you up with a coffee and some breakfast in bed. As you'd finish breakfast and started to feel a little better he'd move the dishes to the side before pulling you onto his lap. "Ready to make good on all your drunken promises?"
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THIS IS SO CUTE KSJDJS SQUEAK. he's so daddy here, and they're so opposites-attract gah!!!! so much chemistry. grabby hands at your matt murdock :(
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mm maybe a hazel x cheerleader!gf!reader where reader is a little taller than hazel and usually wears heels and that makes her taller and more intimidating, as if the majority of the school pisses themselves in fear every time she passes by except for hazel who only looks at her with heart eyes. Obviously all this if you feel comfortable!
Hazel Callahan x reader
warnings: cursing, mention of broken bones
a/n: it took sm time to write this bc i had 72817938 ideas at the same time but i love the idea
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You were one of the popular cheerleaders who has always been told that she looks scary. When people in the school hear a characteristic noise of heels they immediately get out of the way, knowing that you are coming. Everyone feared you.. except for her.
â Morning Hazee - you hugged your girlfriend from the back in front of the girls from the fight club that she was a member of.
â O-oh good morning - she blushed at your gesture.
â Are we still up for tonight? - you pecked her cheek.
Hazel nodded slightly, her friends from the fight club looking at you both like they couldnât believe their eyes.
You ran your hand through her hair and left to the class with a smile on your face. The only thing you could hear was Hazels friends whispering behind your back.
â I donât know what you see in her - Britt said as she sat down on her table.
â Good, i hope no one else than me does - you winked at her.
â No but really, sheâs a weirdo - said Isabel.
â Youâre literally crushing on Josie, you donât have the right to speak up - you giggled at which she just rolled her eyes.
â Anyways, are you going to train the choreography with us later? - Brittany asked.
â Isnât the gym taken by the fight club after lessons? - you looked at your friends.
â We can just tell them that we need to practice, gyms big Iâm sure we wonât be disturbing them a lot - she answered before the class started.
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As soon as the lessons ended, you, Brittany and Isabel went straight to the gym.
Girls from the fight club had already started and you could see Hazel and PJ throwing punches at eachother.
â Hi girls! - Isabel came closer - Would you mind if we use the corner to train our choreography? - she smiled.
â No! - Josie answered immediately - I mean.. go ahead, please - she corrected herself nervously.
Sheâs such a simp.
You sent a smile to your girlfriend and went to the corner with your friends.
The time passed quickly and in nice atmosphere. You noticed a lot of looks in your direction, which made you smile a little bit.
You were doing the last step of the choreography - backflip. Youâve always feared it the most of all the acrobatic stuff youâve learned.
But instead of landing on the ground, you tripped on a ball and fell down with a scream.
â Oh my god ladies iâm so sorry, it was supposed to be them! - Tim ran to you immediately.
Of course, he wanted to eliminate the club members.
â Youâre pathetic Tim - Isabel said while helping you to stand up.
â Fuck! - you hissed - I swear if you broke my arm, i will end your sad little life.
â Slay girl! You tell him! - Sylvie hyped you up.
â I said that im sorry, now youâre just being dramatic - he said.
â Yeah? So im gonna tell you something - you said quieter - Iâve got videos from the last party and guess whoâs the main character? - you looked at him with a smirk on your face - you. so you better leave the club alone, and be more careful next time - your smirk disappeared with the end of the sentence.
You waved him goodbye as he left without any words.
Before you could say anything you felt Hazels body crashing into yours and her messy kisses on your lips. It took you a while to turn it into a gentle yet passionate kiss.
â Thank you so much for dealing with him for us! - she wanted to hug you but you stopped her.
â Please call a doctor first.. im gonna pass out - you said as you looked at the bone sticking out of your arm.
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Blushing, Crushing, and Totally F*cked! Part II
This is the second part to my first fic! Here's the link to that: :)
Summary: Hazel and the reader grow much closer as friends through the club, and after the emotional bonding meeting, they think they might be ready to grow closer in other ways.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: fem reader (she/her pronouns used), swearing, sexual content (no explicit smut), making out, discussions of divorce, mental health, emotional topics, a bit of hurt/comfort, angsty because I got carried away, etc. Hazel is much less of a loser in this one, but she's just as cute. 18+
Your younger popular self never would have imagined that you would be sitting in a circle with a bunch of losers who you punched in the face every day. Yet here you were, surrounded by violent losers, your favorite loser with a goofy smile on her face sitting to your left. Hazel looked over at you, making you remember how much you never would have expected that smile to make you so weak in the knees.
You still got butterflies thinking about the first time Hazel talked to you; a simple two-word compliment after your first spar made your heart flutter with giddy nerves. The interaction spurred you on enough to allow you to feel comfortable giving her friendly smiles. These quick greetings turned to light touches, then to bolder flirtatious statements, and eventually deep conversations that were cut off by school bells. You wondered when you'd finally gather the courage to discuss what you really wanted to tell her: you had been crushing on Hazel since the first day of eleventh grade. If only your classes were longer than 15 minutes.
"So, we know that the club has been a good way for us to feel empowered physically, but we also thought it could be a way for us to feel empowered emotionally," Josie kicked off the meeting on yet another unexpected note. You were grateful for the interruption in your spiraling thoughts.
The trauma-dumping session began, everyone adding their own little secrets and worries. You felt comforted by the supportive listening ears and voices around you. You had grown so close to these girls, so close that you ached hearing the tales of their pain. You felt your heart clench even more when Hazel timidly spoke up about her tense relationship with her mother.
"It's just been really good for me to get to know people who actually want to know me," she finished, eyes locking with yours before quickly fixing on her shoes.
"I just want to go back to Brittany for a second--" PJ began, but you didn't listen. You rested your hand on Hazel's knee, an offering of support, of friendship, or maybe something else. You completely tuned out the rest of the meeting when her own hand rested on yours. Her thumb stroked your wrist. Your whole body went stiff, but your hand felt like rippling water being held in hers.
"I think that's a good place to wrap up," PJ closed out the meeting, thanking everyone for their attendance as the rest of your friends filed out. You and Hazel didn't move, though. Your hand stayed on her knee, her thumb stayed gently gliding against the back of yours. Her sharp inhale was the only thing that got you to look up from the spot where you touched.
"Thank you," was all she said. You didn't have to ask why she was thankful, and she knew she didn't have to tell you. Something unspoken was always settled between your eyes as you stared.
"You're welcome." You removed your hand, not knowing if it had been there for too long or not long enough. "If you... If you ever want to keep talking about your mom or anything else that bothers you, I'm always here to listen." Hazel's gaze softened even more, which you didn't think was possible.
"Do you want to come over and talk more?" She said it so fast that even she seemed surprised by the question. "I mean-- only if you want to. We could watch a movie or I don't know. If it's stupid, I'm--"
"Yes," you assured her. "Let's go."
Her eyes widened like a cartoon character, so you began rising off of the gym floor to urge her on. "Oh-- okay. Great. Let's go."
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The ride to Hazel's house was realistically no longer than 15 minutes. It felt like hours, though, with you using all of your energy to avoid staring at her ringed hands on the steering wheel. Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of what they would feel like on your bare skin. Your cheeks grew even hotter when you finally realized that Hazel had already parked the car and was watching you ogle her fingers.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked innocently.
"Nothing, sorry." You pushed the door open, waiting for her to lead you into her house.
One step in, you stifled a gasp. Hazel's home was almost as bright and beautiful as she was.
"Do you want to go up to my room? I can grab some snacks," she offered.
"Sure, sure." You followed her like a puppy as she led you through the breathtaking halls of her house. She gathered various food and DVDs before finally plopping down on her bed when you reached her room. You hovered in the doorway for a moment, unsure of where you were allowed to sit.
"Come here, you freak," she joked, patting the sheets next to her. You laughed as you tentatively sat at the edge of her bed. "I've had enough trauma-dumping for the day, so I'm thinking we should watch some Disney for a palette cleanser." You grinned like a little kid at the assortment of movies she had laid out before you. "Well?" she asked.
"Well, what?" you replied.
"Pick one." She looked up at you through her dark lashes. "The princess gets to pick the princess movie."
"Fuck off," you scoffed, shoving her playfully to prevent her from seeing how red your cheeks had gotten at the nickname. She simply raised her eyebrows, still waiting for your choice. "Fine." You pointed at the purple and yellow Tangled DVD case.
"Classic." She hopped off the bed and inserted the disc. When she rejoined you, you could have sworn she sat closer than she had originally. Don't think about it, you told yourself. You were just two friends who shared lingering glances and hand touches watching the most romantic princess movie known to man. That's all it was.
The movie was as wonderful as ever, if not more wonderful what with Hazel's poor renditions of all of the songs to entertain you. For the most part, you were able to sit comfortably beside each other. You were completely content to watch the screen, that is when you were able to ignore that you could feel her looking at you instead of the TV at times. It became impossible to ignore when the credits began rolling and you had no choice but to meet her eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked quietly.
She hesitated. "I didn't expect you to be so..."
"...not bitchy?" you finished her sentence.
She laughed, "Well, not exactly. I guess I just never would have guessed that you were so kind and supportive."
"Yeah, most people don't expect the popular cheerleader to be anything but a ditsy fucktoy for football players, I guess." You had meant it as a joke, but Hazel shot up in defense.
"That's not what I meant." She shook her head. "I think what I'm trying to say is that I never would have guessed that someone as cool and-- and beautiful as you would hang out with any one of us in the club."
"Honestly," you sighed. "I never would have guessed it either." You shared a laugh with Hazel, marveling at how sweet she sounded when she was happy.
"I'm really glad you joined the club," Hazel told you, suddenly seeming more shy. Her soft gaze melted your heart, yet somehow made you feel braver than ever before.
"You're the reason I love the club so much." You almost whispered it, so afraid of the reaction it would elicit. Hazel continued to look at you for so long that you considered changing the subject as a diversion from your confession. You were unable to speak, though, because Hazel quickly pressed her lips to yours.
The speed of the kiss shocked you at first, Hazel moving quickly as if she were afraid that you would run away. Your hands found her hair and she instantly relaxed, your lips melting together.
You didn't know that kissing could feel this good, this easy, this right. Despite never wanting to stop, you tugged on Hazel's hair to look at her gasping face.
"Are you okay?" she asked you, hands framing your face in concern.
"God, yes," you laughed. "I'm so good."
Your giggles were once again cut off by her lips. They chased yours with more urgency, so you slipped your tongue against hers. She moaned softly against your teeth, spurring on your ministrations until she detached herself from your mouth.
You almost protested at the lack of contact until you felt her wet lips trailing down your jaw and neck. You whined as she sucked and softly bit a sweet spot, reveling in the sound of her moaning at your own noises. Her hands snaked around your waist, slowly climbing up toward your breasts.
"Is this okay?" she breathed against your collarbone.
"Fuck, please." She let out a low chuckle at your begging, her laughter soon muffled against your skin as she slipped her head under your oversized shirt. You felt her breath dance across your tits, aching for her already. After one delicate kiss to your left nipple, moans filled your ears. Hazel emerged from beneath your clothes when you both realized that the sounds were coming from neither of you.
"Shit!" Hazel exclaimed. "I hate it when she does this." She collapsed onto the bed, breathless.
"Is... Is that your mom?"
"Yes," Hazel groaned from behind her hands. "She's very vocal."
"God, I'm sorry you have to hear that." The pair of you couldn't help but laugh at the obscene sounds from down the hall, clutching each other's arms in disbelief as they grew louder.
"I'm just sorry that we were interrupted," Hazel whispered against your hand before kissing your palm.
"I am, too," you agreed. "It's getting late, though. I should go." You nearly got teary-eyed when you saw the sadness on Hazel's face.
"Right," she said. "Let me take you home."
You found yourself wishing that you lived farther from Hazel when she pulled into your driveway after just a few minutes. You planted a quick kiss on her forehead before thanking her and walking to your front door.
"Wait!" you heard Hazel call your name through the rolled-down window. You bounced back over to her. "My mom's not going to be home this weekend. So, if you wanted to come over again, we could... you know..."
"...watch The Princess and the Frog next?" you joked.
Her infectious giggle sounded like Heaven. "You got it, princess." With one more soft kiss, she pulled away from your house.
The weekend couldn't come any sooner.
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AHHHHH sorry I got so carried away with this but there will DEFINITELY be a smutty part three for all of you sluts. Let me know if you liked this one!
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